Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You ain't go home (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 have fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the 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 on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you take the burger back
Burner into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your
How it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em
You could feel like you real, because that feeling
Gon shrivel up, when reality it into misery
And you is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones that 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
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a
Hut-hut time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get quit there, got ya swisha lit playa
smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha thanks a lot, it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, shout out to everybody out there all the
That been down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, him grow
Watch us make it to next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all holding me still mayne
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, 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 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 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 have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel and
Put the eye on him, and do a lil' more than 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 some niggaz can't
don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your 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 the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the traitors will you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
Raise my to the man, and my right hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to your fitness
But it really even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would never
But you know me than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that 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 claiming 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 same to ask me for advice, like don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em
colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few lil'
thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a start
Now keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
Knowledge got my smart, even when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why you get a heart
If I showed it to you, would you see it could do in the dark
Whether you like it or not, don't really to me
most of the love I normally keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really with Hatta and me
Or you can bout how so-and-so, way badder than me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm with it now
level that 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, running me
whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a nigga strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm grooving I'm in my
Property of Mike who, he here that 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 come out the
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple 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 haters off, I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, Shepard 'sup my nigga
my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha