Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

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

Niggaz was throwing rocks at the throne, and I got of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the back
Burner into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in socket
How does it feel, to know you your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake was missing me
Came to and make history, B I made 'em history
You could like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when turns it into misery
And you is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones that c.d.'s
All gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be
Harvey, no you're hardly at all
Running the game not at all, you running your jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a
it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get quit 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 staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
his whole career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Gonzalez
Sup mayne, holding me down still mayne
Shout out to my niggaz out on the West, what up Balance
yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayne
Selene what's up baby what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayne

You ain't gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the hell up out of
If you got (somebody), then go get you a room 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

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he thought he would the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' than stare at him
Poet I it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some can't hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to ya
of the present the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the will call you Koopa
Martin King Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I first 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 really even that serious, to tear you with
P you acting suspicious, you know me than that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was me facts
So you can me with publicity, if they telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Thank you-thank you, I the support
But everyone please take your seats, I'm not done more

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

(*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, the fans 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 a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup my nigga
'Sup my ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha