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 got no one, then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the knob 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 already murdered
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of
Nigga this ain't type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm trying to it
Unless your keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout
niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You could feel you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when turns it into misery
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, gonna punish me
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a a minute
Hut-hut it's 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, out to everybody out there all the fans
That staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
his whole career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to that level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, holding me down still mayn
Shout out to my out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayn
Selene up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I 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 it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz hear
Mike don't here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put aside
What you my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good spoke 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 present the past, yep I'm the
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all pertrators will you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get your hot ass out the
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
Raise my to the man, and my right hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me than rap, niggaz 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 your seats, I'm not done there's

In this world of falsifying, niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout what he on his deal
This ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
ain't 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 or five thousand, for what you do as a star
Now keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
got my crew 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
you like it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause most of the love I know keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout really happened with Hatta and me
Or you can bout how so-and-so, way badder than me
It really matter 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 on the streets of Houston, running me down
It's I've been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' strong
So Watts, forget me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' 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, 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 couple out's
out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup
We gon shake these off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup up my
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. 'sup my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha