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, then go get you a room at the Inn
If you ain't got no one, then go have fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door hit you on the way out

Niggaz was rocks at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm trying to it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your
How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout
niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em
You could like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, reality turns it into misery
And you is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones funded c.d.'s
All your wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if wanna be Steve
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 boring just ignore him, and the 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 in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

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

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the 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 know it, I miss the modern day
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
The truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't hear
don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him
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 will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all pertrators will call you
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
Raise my hand to the man, and my right is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, sure to damage your fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you with
P you acting suspicious, you know me better that
If it was for a false reason, I would never
But you know me than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me never that

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
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 real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em
Pissy colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em
Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few cars
Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a
Now keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I showed it to you, would you see 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 really happened with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip how so-and-so, way badder than me
It don't matter to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me down
whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a nigga strong
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 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 know I'm saying, "The of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to come out the
And I put everything on ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the
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
my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',