Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

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

Ya'll dreamed it, I have seen it
Body warm, heart
(I mean it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I em
Beemer it
(I really it)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pissy little baby
Fuck upped man shit, you seen it
(I mean it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, mean you very soft
Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

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

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, on Jim nigga
(I really it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
It's nothing 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 bury you, holla!
See if you bout it, it
we is
(I really it)
NYC!