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 room at the 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 already murdered
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burn it back 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 whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, because that eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into
And you niggaz is killing me, your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones funded c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly at all
Running the not at all, homie you running your jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall
boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the
If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it
Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out there all the
That been staying down with a nigga, you know I'm
his whole career, watching him grow
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 holding me still mayn
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, up Balance
yeah ha, shout 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' than stare at him
I know it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is some'ing some niggaz can't hear
Mike don't here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the you set fiction on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my
The good spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading truth for lies
me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to spook ya
Voice of the present the past, yep I'm the
as you speak 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 take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
Raise my hand to the man, and my hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's to damage your fitness
But it ain't even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me than that
If it was for a false reason, I never react
But you know me better than rap, was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, what he paid on his grill
nigga that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
This ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em
Pissy colored yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
bout no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four or five 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 crew was
you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a heart
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 of the love I know I'ma keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really happened with and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way than me
It don't really to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, me down
whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forget me I'm grooving I'm in my
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out
We gon try to just 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 ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard up my nigga
my nig' 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