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 chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist game
All my ladies, you got a car
But you mean muthafuckin' heel game
them heels
You how we do it

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

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

1]
I got to tell homeboy, he know that
This is Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up, apologies, sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run, I ain't Brown
Get to know me, the man, the
So by the I'm on my fifth album
You understand the first one
non-fiction, you deny you want proof
I only buck in the air the sky's in the booth
You gets liable to
This twenty-two release some extra keyholes on the driver's of your

Like, nighty night, here's lullaby bitches
You might need just a lil' more than butterfly
Get out of line and get up duke
Lose your tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to the mall in a circle, out playin' "duck-duck-goose"
This shit is kinda till I fuck in the booth
I'm sayin', I'm here, got my nine up in
Thugs wanna rumble, I mind, nigga yeah

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

2]
Like I don't roll with that'll lift 'ayn' chrome
Take a look at 'em, you can see they just skin and
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all who move 'em
us real niggaz make withdrawls while go through 'em
We long guns, we can contra on it
We talk about it, we it, y'all ponder on it
Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons it
I'm talkin' cash, you might need a sponsor for it
But wait - ever met that wouldn't chill
Every second he feel the need to let you know he's real
Every second he wanna talk about his homies died
And the people he killed and in the all the people he will
Talk about who he stabbed and up, and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin', he's reminiscing on shootouts
How he was there, shotties was
Cops came with body bags, and he's talkin', but nobody him
Naw - he want attention, he want his yelled
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 him where
Who you backed out on and had the whole block

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

3]
Ma - you real aggressive, me of balance
It's a turn off, don't you know niggaz respect a
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 niggaz hit you wit that same
Or - how other niggaz you ran game to
How many you fucked or you gave brain to
How many other houses 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 then I'm not like she met before
So while I'm turnin' her she's just likin' me more
But if I do get to pokin', hit her with strokin'
I now have a girlie on my hands that's
I don't her callin' me constantly
Thinkin' I fucked her she got a bond with me
I don't her misunderstandin' a one night stand
It was a nut, I'm not your man

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

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