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 (somebody), then go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the 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 I already murdered that
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burner back 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 worry bout
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was me
to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones that 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
Running the game not at all, homie you running jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz just ignore him, and the dummy'll 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 there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

thanks a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, shout out to everybody out all the fans
That been staying down with a nigga, you know I'm
Through his career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to that level, we on our way baby
You I'm saying what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all holding me still mayne
Shout out to my niggaz out on the West, what up Balance
yeah ha, shout 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 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), go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the knob hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, must be on heroine
for me, but he thought he would have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. day Shakespeare
I'm a rider is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some can't hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put aside
you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you your truth 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 speak the truth, all the haters 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 take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my right 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 better than
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me than 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 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 on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like they 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 money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
got my crew 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 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, inside my family
So you can gossip, what really happened with Hatta 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
Maturity 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 on the streets of Houston, running me down
It's I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga
So Watts, forgive me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out
We gon try to just keep it moving, you know I'm
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 MTV2 I appreciate the
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 'sup my
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha