Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of
If you got someone, go get you a room at the Holiday 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 this type of beef, you can't take the burger
Burn it back 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 whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, because feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, reality turns it into 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 wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
Harvey, no you're funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We grown folks, schoolers need to go run up the hall
boring just 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
smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out there all the
That been staying down a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to next 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 on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayn
Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, mayn

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the win
My aim is to blame, when I load it the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' than stare at him
Poet I know it, I the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a survival is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some can't hear
don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
What you my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't trying to ya
Voice of the present the past, yep I'm the
Soon as you speak the truth, all the will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all pertrators call you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you can't the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
Raise my hand to the man, and my right hand is my
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to your fitness
But it ain't even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was telling me
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that that

(*cheering*)

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

In world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout he paid on his grill
Same nigga that big, bout what he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like 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 money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I showed it to you, would you see it could do in the dark
Whether you like it or not, really matter to me
Cause most of the love I know I'ma keep, inside my tree
So you can gossip, what really happened with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip how so-and-so, way badder than me
It really matter to me, becuase I'm done with it now
level that 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, me down
It's whatever I've better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that nigga gone

(*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
Focus on the music, give the fans to ride 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
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup up my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',