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 I already murdered 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 burger
Burn it back my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
your whole 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 up, when reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, your wanna-be-me's
You a we bosses, the ones that funded c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna me please
You got me laughing, I'm if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we 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
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out there all the
That staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
his whole career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to that level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, y'all holding me down mayn
Shout out to my niggaz out on the West, what up Balance
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, homie 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 eye on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him
I know it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't
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 spoke the truth, and 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 will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all pertrators call you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will
But if you take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on 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, sure to damage 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 rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill
Same that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, 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 keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
Knowledge got my smart, even when my crew was apart
you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a heart
If I showed it to you, you see what it could do in the dark
Whether you it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause of the love I know 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, I'm done with it now
level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, me down
It's whatever I've been better, at a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forget me I'm grooving I'm in my
Property of Mike who, he ain't here 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 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 a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup
We gon shake these off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, Shepard 'sup up my nigga
my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha