Luyện nghe bài hát I Really Mean It

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

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

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

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

Mama I'm seen on the
(I mean it)
I rock more in road to glory
it, you seen it
(I mean 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, til your brains the fluid
Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, a couple bars off
Let [unverified] live

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

And them lames, we pop them
And drag them
(I really it)
Okay, we in, Mami 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 plaque
From collabos, ghost for assholes
Want to use my brain, give Killa mad dough

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

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

Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the
Gave her a son like Ricky, 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 cloth, that mean you very soft
Gravy Mercedes, add the sauce

Yeah, ride man
we got you, guns up
(I mean 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 mean 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 even say your last name
'Cause that's mine, I catch you, you what it is
You faggot!

I ain't gone get to over you man
We gon' you, holla!
See if you it, bout it
we is
(I mean it)
NYC!