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, go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, let the door knob hit you on the way out

Niggaz was throwing at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already murdered
Niggaz 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 you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your lifetime, just to worry bout mine
niggaz 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 artist we bosses, the ones funded c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if niggaz wanna be
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you running jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers 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 it's time to win it, I see you behind the
If you get there quit there, got ya lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

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

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he would have the win
My aim is to blame, I load it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' more stare at him
Poet I know it, I miss the day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
The absolute truth, is just some niggaz can't hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your 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 the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all will call you Koopa
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 Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm bidness
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 really even that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better than
If it was for a false reason, I would never
But you know me better than rap, 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 please take your seats, I'm not done there's more

In this world of falsifying, niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, what he paid on his grill
Same that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
This ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four thousand or five thousand, for you do as a star
Now keeping money in the vault, is the hardest of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my crew was
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the
Whether you like it or not, don't matter to me
Cause of the love I know I'ma keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout really 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, me down
It's whatever been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of who, he ain't here that 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, give the fans 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 that ha, let me give a couple out's
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup up my
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. 'sup my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha