Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone, then go get you a room at the 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 at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already murdered
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger
Burn it into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole
your whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimik was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You could like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones that c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're funny at all
Running the not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a 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*)
thanks a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayn, out to everybody out there 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 what up Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, y'all holding me still mayn
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, up Balance
yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayn
Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary

Ladies and gentlemen, must be on heroine
for me, but he thought he would 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' more than 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 niggaz can't hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't
How the heck you set 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
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you 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 will call you Koopa
Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, was the ambition
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 to damage your fitness
But it ain't even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me than that
If it was for a reason, I would never react
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his
Same nigga that talk big, bout he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, they don't pay me Chamill'
ain't really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy diamonds 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 part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I it to you, would you see what it could do in the dark
Whether you it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause most of the love I know I'ma keep, inside my 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, becuase I'm done 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 Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me down
It's whatever I've better, at proving a nigga wrong
Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forget me I'm 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 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 of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to come out the
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a shout out's
Shout out to Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, Nancy
We gon shake these off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, Shepard '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 go my nig', ha-ha