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 at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go 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 word of
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already murdered
hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the back
back 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 whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I 'em history
You could like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your
You a artist we bosses, the ones that c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be
Harvey, no you're funny at all
Running the not at all, homie you running your jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll
My brother is my descendent, we a mile a minute
Hut-hut time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it
Hey mayne, shout out to everybody out there all the
That been staying with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his career, watching him grow
us make it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all holding me down mayne
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 gotta go home (you gotta 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 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 would the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' more stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
The truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got he ain't here
How the you set fiction on the table, put truth aside
you speaking my nigga, you can't look 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 trying to spook ya
of the present the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the will call you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get your hot ass out the
I heard words from Makevelli, was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm bidness
my hand to the man, and my right hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you with
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I never react
But you me better than rap, niggaz 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, niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout he made on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like they don't pay me
ain't really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em
bout no piece 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 crew smart, even when my crew was
you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a heart
If I showed it to you, would you see what it do in the dark
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 what really happened Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way than me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm done it now
level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and 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 nigga strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm grooving I'm in my
Property of Mike who, he here that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you I'm saying
Focus on the music, the fans some'ing to ride to
You I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" will be
One of the albums, to come out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me 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 haters off, know I'm saying
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup my
my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha