Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

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

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

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

You ain't 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 room at the Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel and
Put the eye on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. 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
don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
you speaking 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 truth for
Look me in my eyes, 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 call you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you can't the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, I'm in his position
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness
my hand to the man, and my right hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to your fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you with
P you suspicious, you know me better than that
If it was for a reason, I would never react
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that that

(*cheering*)

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

In this 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, what he made on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't real, only a few of 'em ball
colored diamonds 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 money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my smart, even when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I it to you, would you see what it could do in the dark
Whether you it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause most of the love I normally keep, inside my family
So you can gossip, what really 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, isn't fun for a child
So set mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, me down
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, forgive me I'm I'm in my zone
Property of 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 keep 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 albums, to come out the South
And I put everything on ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup
We gon shake these off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James '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