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), go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, 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 murdered that
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burner back my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your lifetime
your whole 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, because feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, 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 punish me
You got me laughing, I'm if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're funny at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll
My brother is my descendent, we running a a minute
it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa
Blow in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it
Hey mayne, shout out to everybody out 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 mayne
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast
Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary

You ain't gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you 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, I load it inside the barrel 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 survival is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing niggaz can't hear
Mike don't live 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 dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, I ain't 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 traitors will call you
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 from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
Raise my hand to the man, and my hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, sure to damage your fitness
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 false reason, I would react
But you know me better than rap, was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where be claiming they real
around and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that 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 yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few lil'
Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a
Now keeping money in the vault, is the hardest of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my 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 normally keep, inside my 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 matter to me, becuase I'm with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a
So set mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me down
whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you know I'm
Focus on the music, give the some'ing to ride 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 off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, Shepard 'sup my nigga
'Sup my ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha