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 have some fun by
But whatever you do, don't let the door hit you on the way out

Niggaz was throwing rocks at the throne, and I got of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for I already murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the of that
Nigga 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 leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry mine
Gimmik niggaz was me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, 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 fund c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna 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 your jaw
We grown folks, schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you the finish
If you get there there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

thanks 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 next level, we on our way
You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Juan
Sup mayne, y'all holding me down still
out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz there on the East Coast mayne
what's 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 ain't got no one (nobody), go have some 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 have the narrow 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 know it, I Mr. day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
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
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my
The good spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, I ain't trying to spook 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, was the ambition
So I first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my right is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, sure to damage your fitness
But it ain't really even serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I never react
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me
So you can miss me with publicity, if they me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout he made on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like they pay me Chamill'
ain't really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
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 was apart
you did 'em wrong, why don't 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, don't really to me
Cause most of the love I normally keep, inside my family
So you can gossip, bout what really happened with and me
Or you can gossip how so-and-so, way badder than me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm with it now
Maturity level I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, me down
whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' strong
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out
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 out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout
out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha