Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of
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 rocks at the throne, and I got word of
The to the Messiah, for what I already murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but 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 trying to it
Unless mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I 'em history
You could feel like you real, because that feeling
Gon shrivel up, when turns it into misery
And you niggaz is me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones funded c.d.'s
All gonna-be wanna-be, gonna 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 need to go run up the hall
Niggaz just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we a mile a minute
it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha thanks a lot, it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out there all the
That staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his career, watching him grow
Watch us it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying 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 ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayn
Selene what's up baby Garvey up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn

Ladies and gentlemen, must be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the win
My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' than stare at him
Poet I know it, I 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 hear
Mike don't live no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the you set fiction on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and 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 to spook ya
Voice of the 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 call you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will
But if you can't take the heat, then get hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, I'm in his position
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling 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 suspicious, you know me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was 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 please take your seats, I'm not done there's

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout what he made on his
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 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 crew smart, even when my crew was
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
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 most of the love I know I'ma keep, my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way badder 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 mouse pad on the Internet, and my style
Or set Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me down
It's whatever I've been better, at a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a nigga strong
So Watts, forget 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 just keep it moving, you 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 give a couple shout
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup up my
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha