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 powerful music to table man
Killa, let em know

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

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

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

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

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

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

The abuse it, it's pain in music
But this year, wrist wear the bluest
I get lame and it, beef came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the
Ya'll just kids, see what I 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)
Killa we did it man, I got your forever, Dip Set
(I really it)

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

Golly, I'm gully, look at his
Gucci, gold, platinum collages
collabos, ghost writing for assholes
Want to use my brain, than 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, merked out Mekhi

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

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

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

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

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

Eastside, and as for lame man
Now see I even gone say your last name
that's mine, I catch you, you know 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!