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 room at the 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 throwing rocks at the throne, and I got of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for I already murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of
this 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
Living whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
Came to replace and 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 killing me, with your
You a artist we bosses, the that funded c.d.'s
All gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz be Steve
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 just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My is my descendent, we running a mile a minute
Hut-hut 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 Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
thanks a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayn, out to everybody out there all the fans
That been down with a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his career, watching him grow
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 on the West, what up Balance
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
Victory for me, but he he would have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it inside the and
Put the eye on him, and do a lil' more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I miss the day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
The truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't hear
Mike don't here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
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 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 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 pertrators will call you
Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get your hot ass out the
I heard words from Makevelli, riding was the
So I bomb first on niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
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 ain't really even that serious, to tear you with
P you acting suspicious, you me better than that
If it was for a false reason, I would never
But you know me better than rap, niggaz was me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that never

(*cheering*)

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

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

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon out, we gon chill out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you I'm saying
Focus on the music, the fans some'ing 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 ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up at MTV2 I appreciate 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
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha