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, go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one, go have 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 on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick in your socket
How does it feel, to know you your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
to replace and make 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 funded c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me
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, schoolers 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
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the
If you get quit there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
thanks a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out there all the
That been staying with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, watching him
Watch us make it to that next level, we on our way
You know I'm what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, y'all me down still mayn
Shout out to my niggaz out on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast
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 the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the and
Put the eye on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some can't hear
Mike 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 Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I trying to spook ya
of the present the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters 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 your hot ass out the
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 hand to the man, and my right hand is my
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's to damage your fitness
But it ain't really even serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me than that
If it was for a false reason, I would never
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill
Same nigga that big, bout what he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like they pay me Chamill'
Rappers really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em
Talking bout no 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 hardest of the art
Knowledge got my smart, even when my crew was apart
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 like it or not, don't matter to me
Cause most of the love I know I'ma keep, my family tree
So you can gossip, what really happened with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way badder me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm done it now
Maturity level I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, me down
It's whatever 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 grooving I'm in my
Property of Mike who, he here that 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
on the music, give 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 on that ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard up my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. 'sup my nig'
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha