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 at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one, then go some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, 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 on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't the burger back
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm to stop it
your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was me
Came to and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon up, when reality turns 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 gonna-be 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 grown folks, kiddy need to go run up the hall
Niggaz just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a
it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa
Blow 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 everybody out there all the
been staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, him grow
Watch us it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, y'all 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 there on the East Coast mayn
Selene what's up Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the win
My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' than stare at him
I know 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 hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't
How the you set fiction on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my
The good 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 the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all pertrators will call you
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 from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my
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 suspicious, you know me better 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 they telling me that never

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming real
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 ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em
Pissy colored yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four or five thousand, for what you do as a star
Now keeping in the vault, is the hardest 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, would you see what it 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, bout what really happened Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way than me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm done it now
level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me
whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell 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 Mike who, he ain't here that lil' gone

(*cheering*)

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