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 (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 you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Niggaz was throwing at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I murdered that
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't 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 whole lifetime, just to bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it misery
And you niggaz is killing me, your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones fund c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna me please
You got me laughing, I'm if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly 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 dummy'll
My brother is my descendent, we running a a minute
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the
If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, shout out to everybody out there all the
That staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to that level, we on our way baby
You know I'm what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all holding me still mayne
out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East mayne
what's up baby Garvey 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 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, don't let the knob hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, must be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' more than at him
Poet I it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a survival 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 convicted he ain't
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I trying to spook ya
Voice of the present the past, yep I'm the
Soon as you speak the truth, all the will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the traitors will you Koopa
Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words Makevelli, riding was the ambition
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 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 than that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that never

(*cheering*)

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

In world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
around and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, what he made on his deal
The to ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, a few of 'em ball
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
got my crew smart, even when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I it to you, would you see what it could do in the dark
Whether you like it or not, really matter to me
most of the love I normally keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really happened 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 level I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my
Or set your on the streets of Houston, running me down
It's whatever been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to keep 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 come out the
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup
We gon shake these haters off, I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 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',