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, go get you a room 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 at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm 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 fake they was me
to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your
You a artist we bosses, the that funded c.d.'s
All gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly at all
Running the game not at all, you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy need to go run up the hall
boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My is my descendent, we running a mile a minute
it's 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 Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it
Hey mayn, shout out to out there all the fans
That staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his whole career, watching him
us make it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, y'all holding me still mayn
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up
Ha-ha yeah ha, 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, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he thought he would 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 than at him
Poet I know it, I miss the day Shakespeare
I'm a rider is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just 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 aside
What you speaking my nigga, you look me into my eyes
The good spoke 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, I ain't trying to spook 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 call you Koopa
Martin King Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to your fitness
But it ain't really that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you suspicious, you know me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I never 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, I appreciate the support
But everyone please take your seats, I'm not done more

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they
Turn around and tell you a lie, what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout what he 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 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 was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I showed it to you, would you see what it do in the dark
Whether you like it or not, don't matter to me
Cause most of the love I I'ma keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really happened Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way badder me
It don't really matter to me, I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't fun for a child
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish 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 Watts, forget me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you I'm saying
Focus on the music, the fans some'ing to ride to
You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" be
One of the best albums, to out the South
And I put on that ha, let me give a couple shout out's
out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying
Who am I forgetting, Shepard '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 go my nig', ha-ha