Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't gotta go home, but you 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 whatever you do, don't let the knob hit you on the way out

Niggaz was throwing rocks at the throne, and I got of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of
Nigga ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burn it into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your
How does it feel, to know you wasted your lifetime
your whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimik was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em
You could feel like you real, because 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 wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be
Harvey, no you're funny at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy 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
it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' g'yeah

(*cheering*)

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

Ladies and gentlemen, homie 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 third eye on him, and do a lil' more than 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 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 my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and just got him crucified
scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, I ain't trying to spook ya
Voice of the 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 pertrators call you Koopa
Martin King Koopa, many of 'em will listen
But if you can't the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I words 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 hand to the man, and my hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage your
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 would react
But you know me better rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

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 ain't ask me for advice, like they pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, a few of 'em ball
colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a star
Now keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, when my crew was apart
you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a heart
If I showed it to you, would you see 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 what really happened with and me
Or you can bout how so-and-so, way badder than me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm done it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me
It's whatever I've been better, at proving a nigga
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' strong
So tell Watts, forget me I'm I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you I'm saying
on the music, give the fans some'ing to ride to
You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" be
One of the best albums, to 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 MTV2 I appreciate the
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, Nancy
We gon shake these haters off, know I'm saying
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup up my
'Sup my ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',