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 someone (somebody), then go get you a room at the Inn
If you got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door 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
hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burner back into my pocket, I'm to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your
How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
Gimmik was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I 'em history
You could feel like you real, that feeling eventually
Gon up, when reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the that fund c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
Harvey, no you're funny at all
Running the game not at all, you running your jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the fall
My is my descendent, we running a mile a minute
Hut-hut it's to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow 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 everybody out all the fans
That staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, him grow
Watch us make it to that level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all holding me down mayne
Shout out to my out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz there on the East Coast mayne
what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayne

You ain't gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the 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 have 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
Victory for me, but he he would have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
The truth, is just some'ing some niggaz 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 aside
What you speaking my nigga, you look me into my eyes
The good spoke 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 ain't trying to ya
Voice of the present the past, yep I'm the
as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the will call you Koopa
Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness
Raise my to the man, and my right 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 with
P you suspicious, you know me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would never
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me
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 around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout 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
colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few lil'
Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a
Now money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my crew was
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 matter to me
Cause most of the I normally keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really 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
level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the of Houston, running me down
It's whatever I've been better, at proving a wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here lil' 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, give the fans some'ing to to
You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" be
One of the best albums, to out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, Nancy
We gon shake haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha