Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the up out of here
If you got someone, then go get you a at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one, 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 that
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
this ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout
Gimik was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to and make history, B I made 'em history
You could like you real, because that feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, reality turns it into misery
And you niggaz is me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a we bosses, the ones that 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 hardly funny at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the
If you get quit there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

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

Ladies and gentlemen, must be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is some'ing some niggaz can't hear
Mike don't live no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my
The good spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading truth for lies
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 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, get your hot ass out the kitchen
I heard from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
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 really even that serious, to tear you stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better than
If it was for a false reason, I would never
But you me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga talk big, bout what he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like they pay me Chamill'
Rappers really real, only a few of 'em ball
colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few lil'
thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a star
Now keeping in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my crew was
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 like it or not, don't matter to me
Cause most of the love I I'ma keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, what really happened with Hatta and me
Or you can bout how so-and-so, way badder than me
It don't really matter to me, I'm done with it now
Maturity that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me down
It's whatever I've been better, at proving a wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a nigga strong
So Watts, forget 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 out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you know I'm
on the music, give the fans some'ing to ride to
You I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me a couple shout out's
out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard up my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
I'll get you on the next go my nig',