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 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
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you take the burger back
Burner back my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
Came to and make history, B I made 'em history
You could like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your
You a we bosses, the ones that fund c.d.'s
All gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're 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 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 down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, watching him
Watch us make it to next 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 out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayne
Selene up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayne

You ain't gotta go home (you 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

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would 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' than 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 niggaz can't hear
Mike don't here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my
The good Lord spoke the truth, and just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for
me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to spook ya
Voice of the the past, yep I'm the future
as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the traitors call you Koopa
Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get hot ass out the kitchen
I words 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 bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my
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 suspicious, you know me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would never
But you me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me never that

(*cheering*)

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

In world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout what he made on his
The to ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't real, only a few of 'em ball
colored diamonds 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 you do as a start
Now keeping 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, you see what it could do in the dark
Whether you like it or not, don't matter to me
most of the love I normally keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout really happened with Hatta and me
Or you can bout how so-and-so, way badder than me
It really matter to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level 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 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 Watts, forgive me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

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