Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Gotta Go Home

[DJ
Yeah, the world DJ Clue
Storm
off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my
You ain't gotta chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist
All my ladies, you got a car
But you gotta muthafuckin' heel game
Click them
You how we do it

[Joe
Whoa! (Haha)
Whoa! Dub
Whoa! some fun with it

Mami, I'm there if you fine in the
We can get into whatever if you don't boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin'
You ain't go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

1]
I ain't got to homeboy, he know that
This is 'Matrix Reloaded' and Neo's
I'm up, humble apologies, clowns
I'm here for the long run, I ain't Brown
Get to me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth
You should understand the one
It's non-fiction, you deny you proof
I only buck in the air when the in the booth
You liable to shoot
This release some extra keyholes on the driver's side of your

Like, night, here's your lullaby bitches
You might need a lil' more than butterfly stitches
Get out of line and get up duke
Lose your spines tryin' to us jukes
Get to the in a circle, guns out playin' "duck-duck-goose"
This shit is aiight till I fuck in the booth
I'm sayin', I'm here, got my nine up in
Thugs wanna rumble, I don't mind, yeah

And when I'm done slidin' up somethin'
You gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

2]
Like I don't roll with niggaz lift 'ayn' chrome
Take a look at 'em, you can see they just and bones
talk about bricks when y'all know who move 'em
us real niggaz make withdrawls while y'all go 'em
We long guns, we can contra on it
We about it, we live it, y'all ponder on it
Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons it
I'm talkin' straight cash, you might need a for it
But wait - ever met somebody that wouldn't
second he feel the need to let you know that he's real
Every second he wanna about his homies that died
And the people he killed and in the all the people he will
Talk about who he stabbed and beat up, and he won't out
Yakety-yakkin', reminiscing on different shootouts
How he was there, was blastin'
Cops came with body bags, and talkin', but nobody asked him
Naw - he want attention, he want his name
Me and him end up in the same cell
I'm pissed on the top bunk, I can't
This guy ain't street, go 'head nigga I ain't
But feel me - stop there, who popped him
Who you backed out on and had the whole scared

Ma I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta

3]
Ma - you real aggressive, catchin' me of
It's a turn off, don't you know niggaz a challenge
Move a slow gettin' at me
Treat the pussy like worth somethin', don't just go throwin' it at me
- while you doin' it at the same time
I'm thinkin' how many hit you wit that same line
Or - how other niggaz you ran game to
How many niggaz you fucked or you brain to
How many other dudes you done came to
With condoms on you hopin' that he 'em on you
And - I ain't tryin' to catch nothin' you
So I'm caught up in a
If I don't fuck her I'm not like guys she met before
So while I'm her down she's just likin' me more
But if I do get to pokin', hit her long strokin'
I now a girlie on my hands that's open
I want her callin' me constantly
'cause I fucked her she got a bond with me
I don't want her misunderstandin' a one stand
It was just a nut, I'm not man

Ma - I'm there, if you in the rear
We can get into if you don't mind boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the outta here
Ma - I'm there, name a and where
We can get into whatever if you mind boo be yeah
And I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

[DJ Clue talking end]