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), 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, let the door knob hit you on the way out

Niggaz was throwing rocks at the throne, and I got of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the of that
Nigga this ain't type of beef, you can't 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 you wasted your whole lifetime
your whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake was missing me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, because that feeling
Gon shrivel up, when reality it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your
You a we bosses, the ones that fund c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a a minute
Hut-hut time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa
Blow 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 all the fans
That been staying with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, him grow
Watch us it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all holding me down still
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 Coast
Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary

You ain't gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the hell up out of
If you got someone (somebody), then go get you a room at the 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, must be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the 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 it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
The absolute truth, is some'ing some niggaz can't 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 look me into my eyes
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 present the past, yep I'm the
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 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 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 hand is my
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage your
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you with
P you suspicious, you know me better than that
If it was for a reason, I would never react
But you know me better rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me publicity, if they telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they
Turn and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout what he on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em
Pissy colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em
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, when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why you get a heart
If I showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the
Whether you it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause most of the love I normally keep, inside my tree
So you can gossip, bout what really happened with and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way than me
It don't really matter to me, I'm done with it now
level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and my style
Or set your Reeboks on the of Houston, running me down
It's whatever I've 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 chill out
We gon try to just it moving, you know I'm saying
Focus on the music, the fans some'ing to ride to
You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" be
One of the albums, to come out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple 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, Shepard 'sup my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle my nig'
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',