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 at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one, go have some fun by yourself
But you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out

Niggaz was rocks at the throne, and I got word of that
The sequel to the Messiah, for I already murdered that
Niggaz on me, but look at 'em the nerve of that
Nigga this ain't this of beef, you can't take the burger back
it back into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
Unless your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your whole
Living your whole lifetime, just to worry bout
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was they was missing me
to replace and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, because feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when turns it into misery
And you is killing me, with your wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones that c.d.'s
All gonna-be wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm if niggaz wanna be Steve
Harvey, no hardly funny at all
Running the game not at all, homie you your jaw
We grown folks, schoolers need to go run up the hall
boring just ignore him, and the dummy'll 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 mayn, shout out to everybody out all the fans
That been staying down with a nigga, you I'm saying
Through his career, watching him grow
Watch us make it to that level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up George Lopez, Gonzalez
Sup mayn, holding me down still mayn
out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the Coast mayn
Selene what's up baby Garvey up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn

Ladies and gentlemen, homie be on heroine
Victory for me, but he thought he have the narrow win
My aim is to blame, I load it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a lil' than stare at him
Poet I know it, I miss the modern day
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
The truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't hear
Mike live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the you set fiction on the table, put truth aside
What you my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't 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 pertrators call you Koopa
Martin Luther King Koopa, of 'em will listen
But if you can't take the heat, then get your hot ass out the
I heard words from Makevelli, was the ambition
So I first on fake niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay you tripping, naw I'm handling 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 you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better than
If it was for a false reason, I would react
But you know me than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me that never

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
you-thank you, I appreciate the support
But please take your 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, what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, what he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like they don't pay me
Rappers really real, only a few of 'em ball
Pissy colored 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 money in the vault, is the hardest of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, when my crew was apart
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 really to me
Cause most of the love I know I'ma keep, inside my 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 really matter to me, becuase I'm done it now
Maturity that I'm at, isn't even fun for a child
So set your pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me down
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, forget me I'm I'm in my zone
of Mike who, he ain't here that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon chill out
We gon try to just it moving, you know I'm saying
Focus on the music, the fans some'ing 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
Shout out to Shahiem Reid, up at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Killa Mike, Big Girl, Nancy
We gon these haters off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup up my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha