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 have fun by yourself
But you do, don't let the door 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 already murdered
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger
it back 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 whole
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout
Gimik niggaz was me, he was fake they was missing me
to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, because that feeling
Gon shrivel up, when turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your
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 you're funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll
My is my descendent, we running a mile a minute
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 Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

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

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the win
My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
Poet I it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some 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 truth
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my
The good Lord the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for
me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying 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 will you Koopa
Martin Luther Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
So I bomb on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my right is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's to damage your fitness
But it really even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a reason, I would never react
But you know me better than rap, was telling 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 seats, I'm not done there's more

In world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
Turn and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout 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 colored yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four thousand or thousand, for what you do as a star
Now money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why you get a heart
If I it to you, would you see what it could do in the dark
Whether you it or not, don't really matter to me
most of the love I know I'ma 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 than me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm with 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 I've been better, at proving a nigga
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 ain't here that lil' nigga

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to just it moving, you know I'm saying
Focus on the music, give the fans some'ing to to
You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" be
One of the best albums, to come out the
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying
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