Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

You see man, let's get off of lame man
get into what we like to do man
This what we do man
We bring that powerful music to 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 it, I have seen it
warm, heart anemic
(I really it)
Coke, a steamed it, fiends I leaned em
leaned it
(I really it)

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

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

Yeah, let's get in candy
I got lost in Boston,
Flossin' of Miami
Reno, Nevada sip pina

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, pop something, roll
Get twisted, that's on Jim
(I mean it)
Harlem! Man we here to
nothing left to say man
(I mean it)

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

I gone get to hyped over you man
We gon' you, holla!
See if you bout it, it
we is
(I really it)
NYC!