Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone (somebody), go get you a room at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), 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 to the Messiah, for what I already murdered that
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burner back into my pocket, I'm trying to it
Unless mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em
You could feel like you real, because that feeling
Gon shrivel up, when reality it into misery
And you niggaz is me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones that c.d.'s
All your wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly at all
Running the game not at all, you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the
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 the finish
If you get quit there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

thanks a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, out to everybody out there all the fans
That staying down 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 know I'm what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayne, holding me down still mayne
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz there on the East Coast mayne
Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, mayne

You ain't go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone (somebody), then go get you a room at the Inn
If you got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, let the door knob hit you on the way out

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he thought he have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I load it the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' more than at him
I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't
Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't
How the heck you set on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I trying to spook ya
Voice of the the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you the truth, all the haters will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all the traitors will call you
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 from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb 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 your fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me than that
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you me better than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me publicity, if they 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 world of falsifying, niggaz be claiming they real
Turn and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout what he on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't real, only 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 start
Now keeping 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 you get a heart
If I showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the
Whether you like it or not, really matter to me
Cause most of the love I normally keep, inside my family
So you can gossip, bout what really happened Hatta 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
level that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and my style
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 need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So tell Watts, forgive me I'm 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 keep it moving, you know 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 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 haters off, I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, Shepard 'sup my nigga
'Sup my ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I somebody gon say I forgot 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha