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, go have some fun by yourself
But you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Niggaz was rocks at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for I already murdered that
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 into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your lifetime
your whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You feel like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality 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 your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly at all
Running the game not at all, homie you running jaw
We grown folks, kiddy need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the 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 there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click

(*cheering*)

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

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 more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I miss the day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't
don't live 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 that just got him
Y'all scared of the dagger, you trading 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 will 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, 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, that's sure to your fitness
But it ain't even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better 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 with publicity, if they telling me that never

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, niggaz be claiming they real
Turn and tell you a lie, bout what he paid 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 really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a
Now keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
got my crew smart, even when my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the
Whether you like it or not, don't matter to me
Cause most of the love I know keep, inside 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, isn't even fun for a
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me
It's whatever been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga
So tell Watts, forget me I'm I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out
We gon try to keep it moving, you know I'm saying
Focus on the music, give the fans to ride to
You I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard up my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha