Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You gotta go home (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), then go have some fun by
But whatever you do, let the door 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 murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you take the burger back
Burner back into my pocket, I'm to stop it
Unless your keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you your whole lifetime
Living your lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake was missing me
to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon up, when reality turns 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 me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
Harvey, no hardly 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 ignore him, and the fall
My brother is my descendent, we a mile a minute
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the
If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa
smoke 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 there all the
That been staying down a nigga, you know I'm saying
his whole career, watching him grow
Watch us it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all holding me down mayne
Shout out to my niggaz out on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the Coast mayne
Selene what's up baby 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 (somebody), then go get you a room at the Holiday 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

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he thought he would the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it 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 it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some niggaz can't hear
don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put aside
What you speaking my nigga, you 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 your for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to ya
of the present 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 traitors call you Koopa
Martin Luther Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
So I bomb first on niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
my hand to the man, and my right 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 that
If it was for a false reason, I would never
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 done more

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his
Same nigga that talk big, bout 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 diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few cars
Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a
Now keeping in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even 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
you like it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause most of the love I normally keep, my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really happened with 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 mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the of Houston, running me down
It's whatever been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm grooving I'm in my
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that nigga 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
on the music, give the fans some'ing to ride to
You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" be
One of the best albums, to out the South
And I put on that ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at 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 'sup my nigga
my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',