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
what we do preferably man
We bring that powerful music to your man
Killa, let em something

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

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

Guns, beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?
Bikes, and creamin'
(I really it)
I'm a genius, poppadopalis, leaning
On Zenith
(I mean it)

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

Yeah, get lost in candy
I got lost in Boston,
of course Miami
Reno, Nevada sip pina

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, on Jim nigga
(I really it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
It's left to say man
(I mean 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 get to hyped over you man
We bury you, holla!
See if you it, bout it
we is
(I really it)
NYC!