Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You ain't gotta go (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 you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Niggaz was rocks at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already murdered
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the of that
Nigga this ain't this of beef, you can't take the burger 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 wasted your whole
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
Came to replace and 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 we bosses, the ones that fund c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if wanna be Steve
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the
boring just 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 swisha lit
Blow in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

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

You ain't gotta go (you aint 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 fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the 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 inside the and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' than stare at him
I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't
Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put aside
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 your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to ya
Voice of the 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 take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
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 your
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better than
If it was for a reason, I would never react
But you know me than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where be claiming they real
Turn around and you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like they pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em
Talking bout no and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a
Now keeping in the vault, is the hardest 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 showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the
Whether you like it or not, 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 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 punish my
Or set your Reeboks on the of Houston, running me down
It's whatever I've been better, at a nigga wrong
Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm I'm in my zone
of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out
We gon try to just keep it moving, you 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 out the South
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, Nancy
We gon shake these off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. 'sup my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha