Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of
If you got someone, then go get you a room at the Inn
If you ain't got no one, then go some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the knob hit you on the way out

Niggaz was throwing rocks at the throne, and I got 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
Burn it into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your
How does it feel, to know you your whole lifetime
Living your lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was me
to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, because feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality it into misery
And you niggaz is me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones that c.d.'s
All your wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My is my descendent, we running a mile a minute
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you the finish
If you get there there, got ya swisha lit playa
smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

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

Ladies and gentlemen, must be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, I load it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' than stare at him
Poet I know it, I miss the modern day
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
The absolute truth, is 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 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
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 pertrators will you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you can't the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
So I bomb first on niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage your
But it really even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that that

(*cheering*)

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

In world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, what he paid on his grill
Same nigga talk big, bout what he made on his deal
This ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking bout no and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four or five thousand, for what you do as a star
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 don't you get a
If I showed it to you, would you see it could do in the dark
you like it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause most of the I know I'ma keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, what really happened with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way than me
It don't really matter to me, I'm done 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 on the streets of Houston, running me down
It's whatever been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of who, he ain't here that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to keep 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 out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup up my nigga
'Sup my ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha