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, then go some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, let the door 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
hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger
Burn it back my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you your whole lifetime
Living your lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was me
Came to replace and make history, B I 'em history
You could feel you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it 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 wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're funny at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we a mile a minute
it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click

(*cheering*)

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

Ladies and gentlemen, must be on heroine
for me, but he thought he would have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel 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 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
you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that got him crucified
Y'all scared of the dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I trying to spook ya
Voice of the the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to ya
But if you the truth, all pertrators will call you
Martin Luther Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm bidness
Raise my to the man, and my right hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, sure to damage your fitness
But it really 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 would never
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me
So you can me with publicity, if they 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 this world of falsifying, niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout he paid on his grill
Same nigga 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, 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 five thousand, for 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
you did 'em wrong, why don't 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
Cause most of the love I know I'ma keep, inside my tree
So you can gossip, bout what happened with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way badder me
It don't really to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a
So set mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the of Houston, running me down
It's whatever I've been better, at a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a nigga strong
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
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 keep it moving, you 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 albums, to come out the South
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, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup up my
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