Luyện nghe bài hát Aint Gotta Go Home

You ain't gotta go home (you aint gotta go), but you gotta get the hell up out of
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, don't let the door hit you on the way out

Niggaz was throwing rocks at the throne, and I got of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for what I already murdered
Niggaz hating on me, but at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burner back my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your
How it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimmik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em
You feel 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 fund c.d.'s
All your gonna-be wanna-be, gonna me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly at all
Running the not at all, homie you running your jaw
We folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring just ignore him, and the fall
My brother is my descendent, we a mile a minute
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you behind the
If you get there there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)

thanks a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayne, out to everybody out there all the fans
That been staying down with a nigga, you I'm saying
Through his whole career, 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 mayne, y'all holding me down mayne
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up
Ha-ha yeah ha, out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayne
Selene what's up baby Garvey up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayne

You ain't gotta go home (you gotta go), but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got (somebody), then 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

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
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
Poet I it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider is what it is, it ain't fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz hear
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 can't me into my eyes
The Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
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 haters will try to ya
But if you the truth, all the traitors will you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get hot ass out the kitchen
I words 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 damage your
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me than that
If it was for a reason, I would never react
But you know me better than rap, was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they me that never that

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Thank you, I appreciate the support
But everyone please take 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 talk big, bout what he made on his deal
The same to ask me for advice, like don't pay me Chamill'
ain't really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
bout no piece and chain, and a few lil' cars
Four or five thousand, for what you do as a start
Now keeping money in the vault, is the hardest of the art
Knowledge got my 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 like it or not, don't matter to me
Cause most of the love I 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 that I'm at, isn't even fun for a
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the of Houston, running me down
It's 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 that lil' gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out
We gon try to keep it moving, you know I'm saying
Focus on the music, give the fans some'ing to to
You know I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" be
One of the best albums, to out the South
And I put on that ha, let me give a couple shout out's
Shout out to Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, 'sup
We gon shake these haters off, I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James Shepard 'sup my
my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know somebody gon say I 'em but man
I'll get you on the go my nig', ha-ha