Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the up out of here
If you got someone, then go get you a at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one, then go have some fun by
But whatever you do, don't let the 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 what I already murdered
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the nerve of
Nigga this ain't this type of beef, you can't the burger back
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm to stop it
Unless your keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How it feel, to know you wasted your whole lifetime
Living whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was me, he was fake they was missing me
Came to and make history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, because that feeling
Gon shrivel up, when reality turns it into
And you niggaz is 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 punish me
You got me laughing, I'm asking if wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're hardly at all
the game not at all, homie you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy schoolers need to go run up the
Niggaz just ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a a minute
Hut-hut it's time to win it, I see you the finish
If you get there there, got ya swisha lit playa
Blow smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha a lot, appreciate it 'ppreciate it
Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out 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 what up George Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, y'all holding me down still
Shout out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up
Ha-ha yeah ha, shout out to my niggaz over there on the East mayn
Selene up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary mayn

Ladies and gentlemen, homie must be on
Victory for me, but he thought he would 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' than stare at him
Poet I know it, I the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it fear
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some can't hear
Mike live here no mo', he got convicted he ain't here
How the heck you set on the table, put truth aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and that just got him
Y'all scared of the dagger, you trading your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't to spook ya
of the present the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the will try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all pertrators will you Koopa
Martin King Koopa, many 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 Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
my hand to the man, and my right hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to damage your
But it ain't really that serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better that
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 publicity, if they telling me that never that

(*cheering*)

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

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be they real
Turn around and tell you a lie, bout what he on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout he made on his deal
ain't 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
Four thousand or thousand, for what you do as a star
Now keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
got my crew 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
you like it or not, don't really 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 than me
It don't really matter to me, becuase I'm done it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't fun for a child
So set mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my style
Or set your on the streets 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' nigga
So tell Watts, forget me I'm grooving I'm in my
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 know I'm
Focus on the music, give the fans to ride to
You I'm saying, "The Sound of Revenge" will be
One of the best albums, to out the South
And I put everything on that ha, let me give a couple shout
Shout out to Reid, up there at MTV2 I appreciate the love
Flex, Ke'noe, Mike, Big Girl, 'sup Nancy
We gon shake these off, know I'm saying ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, James 'sup up my nigga
my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my nig'
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha