Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't gotta go home, but you get the hell up out of here
If you got someone, go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you got no one, then 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 what I already that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the back
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm trying to it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I 'em history
You could feel like you real, that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into
And you niggaz is me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a we bosses, the ones that funded c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
Running the not at all, homie 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 running a mile a
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you 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*)
Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it
Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out all the fans
That been staying down with a nigga, you I'm saying
Through his whole career, watching him
Watch us make it to next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Juan
Sup mayn, y'all me down still mayn
Shout out to my out there 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
for me, but he thought he would have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I miss the modern day
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
The absolute truth, is some'ing some niggaz can't hear
Mike don't here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
What you speaking my nigga, you can't me into my eyes
The good Lord 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 to spook ya
of the present the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters 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, then get hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, was the ambition
So I first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
my hand to the man, and my right hand 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 tear you with
P you acting suspicious, you know me than that
If it was for a false reason, I would never
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, I appreciate the support
But everyone take your seats, I'm not done there's more

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout he paid on his grill
Same nigga that big, bout what he made on his deal
ain't ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't 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 cars
Four or five thousand, for what you do as a star
Now keeping in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
got my crew smart, even when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why you get a heart
If I showed it to you, 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 I'ma 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, becuase I'm done it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and my style
Or set your on the streets of Houston, running me down
It's whatever I've been better, at proving a wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' strong
So tell Watts, forget me I'm I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't that lil' nigga 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
Focus on the music, give the fans 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 couple out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying
Who am I forgetting, Shepard 'sup up my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha