Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You ain't gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the 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 have 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 to the Messiah, for what I already murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the back
Burner back into my pocket, I'm trying to it
Unless your mouth leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your lifetime
Living your lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was me, he was fake they was missing me
to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with 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 if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you running 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
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha thanks a lot, it 'ppreciate 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
us make it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, holding me down still mayne
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my over there on the East Coast mayne
Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, 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), then go get you a room at the Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by
But whatever you do, don't let the knob hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, must 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 lil' more stare at him
Poet I it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't
Mike don't live no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put aside
What you speaking my nigga, you look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and just got him crucified
Y'all of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't 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 traitors will call you
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness
Raise my to the man, and my right hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage your
But it ain't really that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me 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 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, bout he paid on his grill
Same that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em
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 you do as a start
Now money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my crew was
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I showed it to you, would you see it could do in the dark
you like it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause most of the love I keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip how so-and-so, way badder than me
It don't matter to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, me down
It's whatever I've been better, at a nigga wrong
Tell I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm I'm in my zone
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 keep it moving, you know I'm saying
Focus on the music, give the fans some'ing to to
You I'm saying, "The Sound 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 Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying
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
I'll get you on the next go my nig',