Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

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 some fun by yourself
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 already murdered
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burner into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole
Living your whole lifetime, just to bout mine
niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em
You could feel like you real, that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into
And you niggaz is killing me, with your
You a artist we bosses, the ones fund c.d.'s
All gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're funny at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the
boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you the finish
If you get there there, got ya swisha lit playa
smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, shout out to out there all the fans
That staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, watching him
Watch us make it to that level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying 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 on the East Coast mayne
Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, mayne

You ain't gotta go home (you aint 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 some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, let the door knob hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he 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 lil' more stare at him
Poet I know it, I Mr. day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
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 heck you set 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 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 the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the will call you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you can't the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his
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, that's sure to your fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you 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 the support
But please take your seats, I'm not done there's more

In this of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout he made on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like they pay me Chamill'
Rappers really real, only 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 cars
Four or five thousand, for what you do as a start
Now keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my was apart
you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a heart
If I showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the
Whether you like it or not, really matter to me
Cause most of the I normally keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what 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 level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a
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 nigga strong
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of who, he ain't here that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out mayn
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 best albums, to come out the
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout
Shout out to Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate 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, Shepard 'sup my nigga
my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha