Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Gotta Go Home

[DJ
Yeah, the world famous DJ
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 mean heel game
them heels
You how we do it

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

Mami, I'm if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever if you mind 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 got to tell homeboy, he know that
This is 'Matrix Reloaded' and back
I'm up, humble apologies, sorry
I'm here for the long run, I Coffee Brown
Get to me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my album
You should the first one
It's non-fiction, you you want proof
I only in the air when the sky's in the booth
You gets liable to
This twenty-two release some extra on the driver's side of your

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

And when I'm done slidin' up fierce
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta

2]
Like I don't roll with niggaz that'll lift 'ayn'
Take a look at 'em, you can see they just skin and
Y'all about bricks when y'all know who move 'em
us real niggaz withdrawls while y'all go through 'em
We carry guns, we can contra on it
We talk about it, we live it, ponder on it
Shit, ridiculously priced, us afford it
I'm talkin' cash, you might need a sponsor for it
But - ever met somebody that wouldn't chill
Every second he feel the need to let you that he's real
Every second he wanna talk his homies that died
And the he killed and in the future all the people he will
Talk who he stabbed and beat up, and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin', he's on different shootouts
How he was there, shotties was
Cops came with body bags, and talkin', but nobody asked him
Naw - he want attention, he want his name
Me and him always end up in the same
I'm pissed on the top bunk, I sleep
guy ain't street, go 'head nigga I ain't beef
But feel me - there, who popped him where
Who you backed out on and had the block 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, me of balance
a turn off, don't you know niggaz respect a challenge
Move a lil' gettin' at me
Treat the pussy like it's worth somethin', don't just go it at me
'cause - you doin' it at the same time
I'm thinkin' how many niggaz hit you wit same line
Or - how many other you ran game to
How many you fucked or you gave brain to
How many other dudes you done came to
With condoms on you that he find 'em on you
And - I ain't to catch nothin' from you
So I'm up in a Catch-22
If I don't fuck her I'm not like guys she met before
So while I'm turnin' her down she's just me more
But if I do get to pokin', hit her long strokin'
I now have a girlie on my hands open
I don't want her me constantly
Thinkin' I fucked her she got a bond with me
I don't want her misunderstandin' a one night
It was a nut, I'm not your man

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

[DJ talking till end]