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 at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one, then go have some fun by
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 to the Messiah, for what I already murdered that
hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you take the burger back
Burn it into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake was missing me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You feel like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with your
You a artist we bosses, the that funded c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need 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
Hut-hut time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit
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 everybody out all the fans
That staying down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to that next level, we on our way
You know I'm saying up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, y'all holding me down mayn
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, 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, homie must be on
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 third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I miss the modern day
I'm a rider is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't
Mike live 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 me into my eyes
The good spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't to spook ya
of the present 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 will call you Koopa
Martin Luther Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get your hot ass out the
I heard words from Makevelli, was the ambition
So I bomb first on 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, that's sure to damage 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 know me better than rap, was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his
Same nigga talk big, bout what he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like they 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
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 hardest of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even my crew was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why you get a heart
If I showed it to you, would you see what it do in the dark
you like it or not, don't really matter to me
Cause most of the love I know I'ma keep, my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what happened with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip how so-and-so, way badder than me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm done it now
Maturity level I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me
It's whatever I've been better, at proving a 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
of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out
We gon try to just keep it moving, you I'm saying
Focus on the music, give the fans some'ing to 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 couple out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at 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 ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha