Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, let's get off of lame man
Let's get into we like to do man
This what we do man
We bring that powerful to your table man
Killa, let em know

Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh

Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have it
warm, heart anemic
(I mean it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, I leaned em
Beemer it
(I really it)

Guns, really beaming, miss, what's really good?
Bikes, wheelie and
(I mean it)
I'm a genius, poppadopalis, never
On Zenith
(I really it)

Killa, more mutts, they actually all ducks
more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off panties
Sea soft and
(I really it)

Yeah, let's get lost in
I got in Boston, Austin
Flossin' of course
Reno, Nevada sip colada

Mama I'm on the Prada
(I mean it)
I rock more in Phoenix road to
it, you seen it
(I really it)

The game it, it's pain in music
But year, wrist wear remains the bluest
I get and lose it, beef came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames til brains the fluid
Ya'll just kids, see I just did, take a couple bars off
Let Just live

Yeah, now that's powerful man
You need to pop something and roll
(I really it)
we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set
(I mean it)

And lames, we pop them sideways
And drag faggots
(I mean it)
Okay, we back in, Mami
(I really it)
Hey yo my garage, rock my massage
Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh

Golly, I'm gully, look at his
Gucci, gold, platinum plaque
collabos, ghost writing for assholes
Want to use my brain, than Killa mad dough

all good, increase Killa cash flow
Increase my fame, that's why smash hoes
get side swiped, look at my life
First movie ever, merked out Phife

And Papi got jerked out of twice
Dip Set, we working with dice
Cee-lo and craps, C-notes and
I send with, read this note attached

Ya fucked with boys in the hood
Gave her a son like Ricky, Boyz in the Hood'
On the couch bloody, old lady
Wifey
(I really it)

little baby crying
Fuck upped man shit, there you it
(I mean it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you soft
Gravy Mercedes, add the sauce

Yeah, ride man
we got you, guns up
(I mean it)
And all my ladies man, the a diddy
I need you, I you
(I really it)

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, that's on Jim
(I really it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
It's left to say man
(I really it)

Eastside, and as for that man
Now see I ain't gone say your last name
'Cause that's mine, I catch you, you what it is
You faggot!

I ain't gone get to hyped you man
We gon' you, holla!
See if you it, bout it
we is
(I mean it)
NYC!