Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The abuse 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 shoot it, flames til 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 really it)
Killa we did it man, I got back forever, Dip Set
(I mean it)

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

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

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

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

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

Pissy baby crying
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, ride man
Flex we got you, up
(I really it)
And all my ladies man, the ghettos a
I need you, I you
(I really it)

Oh, pop something, something
Get twisted, that's on Jim
(I really it)
Harlem! Man we to stay
It's left 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 gon' you, holla!
See if you it, bout it
we is
(I really it)
NYC!