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 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

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 of that
Nigga ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You could feel you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it misery
And you niggaz is killing me, your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones 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 funny 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
Hut-hut time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

thanks a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, out to everybody 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 I'm saying what 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, out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayne
Selene what's up baby what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary 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 have fun by yourself
But you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he thought he would 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 than at him
Poet I 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 can't 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
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me 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, 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 Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get your hot ass out the
I heard from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my
I got a fo' to the fizzle, sure to damage your fitness
But it really even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you suspicious, you know me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me better rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that that

(*cheering*)

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

In this of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
Turn and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga talk big, bout what he made on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, they don't pay me Chamill'
ain't really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
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
Knowledge got my crew smart, even 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 could do in the
you like it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause most of the love I normally keep, inside my tree
So you can gossip, bout what really happened with and me
Or you can bout how so-and-so, way badder than me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm done it now
Maturity level that I'm at, even 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
whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you know I'm
on the music, give the fans some'ing to ride to
You I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" will be
One of the albums, to come out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up at MTV2 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, Shepard 'sup my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. 'sup my nig'
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha