Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You gotta 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, don't let the 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 murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of
Nigga this 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, back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole
your whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
Came to and make history, B I made 'em history
You could like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when turns it into misery
And you is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the that funded 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 hardly at all
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers to go run up the hall
boring just ignore 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 there there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' g'yeah

(*cheering*)

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

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
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 stare 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 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 truth
you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to ya
Voice of the the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to ya
But if you the truth, all pertrators call you Koopa
Martin King Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, 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 damage fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you stitches
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me publicity, if they 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 you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like they don't pay me
Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em
Pissy colored yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
bout no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four thousand or thousand, for what you do as a star
Now money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why you get a heart
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 I'ma keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip how so-and-so, way badder than me
It don't really to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, even fun for a child
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your 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 grooving I'm in my
Property of who, he ain't here that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon out mayn
We gon try to keep it moving, you know I'm saying
on the music, give the fans some'ing to ride to
You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" be
One of the albums, to come out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a shout out's
out to Shahiem 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, James 'sup up my nigga
'Sup my ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',