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), go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door hit you on the way out

Niggaz was throwing at the throne, and I got word of that
The to the Messiah, for what I already murdered that
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the back
Burner back my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
Gimmik was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to and make history, B I made 'em history
You feel like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when turns it into misery
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 you're hardly at all
Running the game not at all, you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the
Niggaz just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we a mile a minute
it's time 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 thanks a lot, it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, shout out to out there all the fans
That been staying down with a nigga, you I'm saying
Through his career, watching him grow
Watch us it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, holding me down 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 Coast
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 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 have fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the knob hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the win
My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' more stare at him
I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is some'ing some niggaz can't hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he here
How the you set fiction on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't me into my eyes
The Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to ya
of the present 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
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 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 hand to the man, and my right 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 you with 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 telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be 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 same to ask me for advice, like don't pay me Chamill'
ain't 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 lil'
Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a
Now keeping money in the vault, is the hardest of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why you get a heart
If I showed it to you, would you see 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 really happened with Hatta and me
Or you can bout how so-and-so, way badder 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 pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me
It's whatever I've better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm grooving I'm in my
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga

(*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 some'ing to ride 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 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup my nigga
'Sup my ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',