Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You ain't gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you 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 some 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 to the Messiah, for what I already murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you take the burger back
Burner back into my pocket, I'm trying to it
your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to 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 niggaz is killing me, with wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the that fund c.d.'s
All gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the 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 Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, out to everybody out there all the fans
That been staying down 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 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 mayne
Selene what's up baby Garvey up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayne

You ain't gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the 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), go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door 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, I load 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. modern day
I'm a survival is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got he ain't here
How the you set fiction on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me my eyes
The Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I 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 you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get your hot ass out the
I words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage fitness
But it ain't really even serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me than that
If it was for a false reason, I never react
But you know me better than rap, 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 please your seats, I'm not done there's more

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming real
Turn around and tell you a lie, what he paid on his grill
nigga that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
The to ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking bout no and chain, and a few lil' cars
thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a start
Now money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my smart, even when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I showed it to you, would you see what it do in the dark
Whether you like it or not, don't really 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
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 on the streets of Houston, running me down
It's whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga
Tell 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 lil' gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you I'm saying
Focus on the music, give the some'ing to ride to
You know I'm saying, "The of Revenge" will be
One of the albums, to come out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup my nigga
'Sup my ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',