Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You ain't gotta go home (you aint 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 have some fun by
But whatever you do, don't let the 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 I already murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of
Nigga this ain't this of beef, you can't take the burger back
back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, back in your socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry mine
Gimmik niggaz was me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I 'em history
You feel like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality it into misery
And you is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a we bosses, the ones that fund c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me
You got me laughing, I'm asking if wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the
If you get quit 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 everybody out all the fans
That been staying down with a nigga, you I'm saying
Through his whole career, him grow
Watch us make it to next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, y'all me down still mayne
Shout out to my out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over on the East Coast mayne
Selene what's up baby what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayne

You ain't 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 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 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 is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't
Mike don't here no mo', he got convicted 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 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, I ain't 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 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, was the ambition
So I first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm bidness
Raise my to the man, and my right hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage your
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you with
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would never
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was me facts
So you can me with publicity, if they telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Thank you-thank you, I the support
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 tell you a lie, bout what he 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 really real, only a few of 'em
Pissy colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em
bout no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a
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 showed it to you, would you see what it 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 badder me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't fun for a child
So set mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me
It's whatever been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I need rocks, to prove 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 out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to just it moving, you know I'm saying
Focus on the music, give the 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 on that 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 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 know somebody gon say I 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha