Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of
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 word of
The sequel to the Messiah, for I already murdered that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of
Nigga ain't this type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm trying to it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick in your socket
How does it feel, to you wasted your whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, just to bout mine
Gimik was dissing me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to replace and make history, B I 'em history
You could feel like you real, because that feeling
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it misery
And you is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a we bosses, the ones that 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 you're funny at all
Running the not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, 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 a minute
it's time to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' 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 whole career, him grow
Watch us make it to that next level, we on our way
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 Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
for me, but he thought he would have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, when I it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' more than at him
Poet I know it, I miss the day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
The absolute truth, is just some niggaz can't hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got he ain't here
How the heck you set on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him
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 the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters will try to ya
But if you the truth, all will call you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em will
But if you can't take the heat, then get hot ass out the kitchen
I heard from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I first 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 to damage your fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you with
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, niggaz was me facts
So you can miss me publicity, if they telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he paid on his
Same nigga that talk big, what he made on his deal
This ask me for advice, like they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, 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 star
Now money in the vault, is the hardest part 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 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 know I'ma keep, my family tree
So you can gossip, what really happened with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way badder me
It don't matter to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't fun for a child
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your Reeboks on the of Houston, running me down
It's whatever been better, at proving a nigga wrong
Tell Goliath I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' strong
So tell Watts, me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't that lil' nigga 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 to ride to
You know I'm saying, "The of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to come out the
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a 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 these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup up my nigga
'Sup my 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