Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone (somebody), then go get you a at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have fun by yourself
But whatever you do, let the door knob hit you on the way out

Niggaz was throwing at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already that
hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't the burger back
back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to bout mine
niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I 'em history
You could feel like you real, that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into
And you niggaz is killing me, your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones that c.d.'s
All your wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a a minute
it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it
Hey mayne, shout out to everybody out there all the
That been staying down a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, him grow
Watch us make it to next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all me down still mayne
out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayne
what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayne

You ain't gotta go home (you aint go), but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone (somebody), go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by
But you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the win
My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
Poet I it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
The absolute truth, is just some'ing niggaz can't hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
What you my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your for lies
me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to spook ya
Voice of the the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to ya
But if you the truth, all the traitors will call you
Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
So I bomb on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my right is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, sure to damage your fitness
But it ain't even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me better than rap, was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Thank you, I appreciate the support
But everyone please take your seats, I'm not done there's

In this world of falsifying, where be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout what he on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like they pay me Chamill'
ain't really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
bout no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four thousand or thousand, for what you do as a start
Now keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why you get a heart
If I it to you, would you see what it could do in the dark
Whether you like it or not, really matter to me
Cause of the love I normally keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what happened with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way than me
It really matter to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, even fun for a child
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me
whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to a lil' nigga strong
So Watts, forgive me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to just it moving, you know I'm saying
Focus on the music, give the some'ing to ride to
You know I'm saying, "The of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to come out the
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup
We gon these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, Shepard 'sup my nigga
'Sup my ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha