Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

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

niggas dreamed it, I have seen it
Body warm, anemic
(I really it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I em
Beemer it
(I really it)

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

Killa, bury more mutts, actually all ducks
Caddy more trucks, daddy Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie, ma, take off your
Sea soft and
(I mean it)

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

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

The abuse it, it's pain in music
But this year, wrist wear remains the
I get lame and lose it, beef to do it
Aim and it, flames til your brains the fluid
Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a bars off
Let Just live

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

And them lames, we pop sideways
And them faggots
(I really it)
Okay, we back in, listen
(I mean it)
Hey yo lock my garage, rock my
Fuck it, by Osh Kosh Bgosh

Golly, I'm gully, at his galoshes
Gucci, gold, platinum collages
From collabos, ghost for assholes
Want to use my brain, than give mad dough

It's all good, increase Killa cash
Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash
You'll get side swiped, look at my
movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife

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

Ya youngin' fucked boys in the hood
Gave her a son Ricky, from Boyz in the Hood'
On the bloody, old lady sighing
screaming
(I really it)

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

Yeah, gangstas man
Flex we got you, up
(I mean it)
And all my ladies man, the ghettos a
I need you, I you
(I really it)

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

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

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