Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You ain't gotta go (you aint gotta go), but you gotta 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, let the door 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
hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga ain't this 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 know you wasted your lifetime
Living your lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em
You could feel like you real, because feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into
And you is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones that c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you running jaw
We grown folks, kiddy need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll
My is my descendent, we running a mile a minute
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you the finish
If you get there there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

Ha-ha a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, shout out to everybody out there all the
been staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, watching him
Watch us make it to next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all holding me still 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 Coast mayne
Selene up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayne

You gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone (somebody), then go get you a 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

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
I know 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 niggaz hear
don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the you set fiction on the table, put truth aside
you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that got him crucified
Y'all scared of the dagger, you trading your truth for lies
me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to spook ya
Voice of the the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the traitors will call you
Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em listen
But if you can't the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage fitness
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 false reason, I never react
But you know me better than rap, was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, niggaz be claiming they real
Turn and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, what he made on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like they 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 no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four thousand or thousand, for what you do as a start
Now keeping money in the vault, is the 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, don't really to me
Cause of the love 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 badder me
It don't really to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the of Houston, running me down
It's whatever been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to a lil' nigga strong
So Watts, forgive 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 chill out, we gon out mayn
We gon try to keep 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 ha, let me give a couple shout out's
out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup my
'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',