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 at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the 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 that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't the burger back
Burner into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
your whole lifetime, just 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 feel like you real, because feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your
You a artist we bosses, the that fund 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 hardly at all
Running the game not at all, you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My is my descendent, we running a mile a minute
it's 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 Changin' Click

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it
Hey mayne, shout out to out there all the fans
That been staying with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, him grow
Watch us make it to that level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Juan
Sup mayne, y'all holding me down still
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, 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 aint 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 got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, let the door knob hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, must be on heroine
Victory for me, but he he would have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is it is, it ain't fear
The truth, is just some'ing some niggaz 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 truth
What you my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading truth 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 haters try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the will call you Koopa
Martin Luther Koopa, many 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, like I'm in his
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 to damage your fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me than that
If it was for a reason, I would never react
But you me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me publicity, if they telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill
Same that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
The to ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em
Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few cars
thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a start
Now keeping in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
got my crew smart, even when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
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 keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really happened with 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 that I'm at, isn't fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and my style
Or set your Reeboks on the of Houston, running me down
It's I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' strong
So Watts, forgive me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon out mayn
We gon try to just it moving, you know I'm saying
Focus on the music, give the fans some'ing to to
You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" 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 at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, Shepard 'sup my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha