Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the up out of here
If you got someone, go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one, go have some fun by yourself
But you do, don't 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
Niggaz hating on me, but at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger
it back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick in your socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout
Gimik niggaz was me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, because that 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 funded c.d.'s
All your wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be
Harvey, no you're funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We grown folks, schoolers need to go run up the hall
boring 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 quit there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha thanks a lot, it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayn, shout out to out there all the fans
That been staying down a nigga, you know I'm saying
his whole career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, y'all holding me still mayn
Shout out to my niggaz out on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over on the East Coast mayn
Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the and
Put the third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
Poet I it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't
Mike live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
What you 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 sharp dagger, you trading your for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I trying to spook ya
Voice of the present the past, yep I'm the
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all will call you Koopa
Martin 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 Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
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, that's sure to your fitness
But it ain't really that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better that
If it was for a reason, I would never react
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me
So you can miss me 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 world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout he paid on his grill
Same that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like they don't pay me
Rappers really real, only a few of 'em ball
colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking bout no and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four thousand or thousand, for what you do as a star
Now money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why you get a heart
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 love I know I'ma keep, inside my family
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 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 I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a nigga strong
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he here that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you I'm saying
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 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, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup
We gon these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup up my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',