Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up Outta Here

You gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell up out of here
If you got someone, then go get you a at the Holiday Inn
If you got no one, then go have 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 of that
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 take the back
Burn it back into my pocket, I'm trying to it
Unless your keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted whole lifetime
Living your whole lifetime, to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake they was me
Came to replace and make history, B I made 'em
You could feel like you real, because feeling eventually
Gon shrivel up, when reality it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with wanna-be-me's
You a artist we bosses, the ones funded c.d.'s
All your wanna-be, gonna punish me please
You got me laughing, I'm asking if wanna be Steve
Harvey, no you're funny at all
Running the game not at all, you running your jaw
We grown folks, kiddy need to go run up the hall
Niggaz boring ignore him, and the dummy'll fall
My is my descendent, we running a mile 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
smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it
Hey mayn, out to everybody out there all the fans
That been staying down a nigga, you know I'm saying
Through his career, watching 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, holding me down still mayn
out to my niggaz out there on the West, what up Balance
Ha-ha yeah ha, out to my niggaz over there on the East Coast mayn
Selene what's up baby Garvey what's up dog ha-ha, Chamillitary

Ladies and gentlemen, must be on heroine
Victory for me, but he he would 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 more than stare at him
Poet I know it, I the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider is what it is, it ain't fear
The truth, is just some'ing some niggaz can't hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got he ain't here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put aside
What you speaking my nigga, you can't me into my eyes
The good spoke the truth, and that just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you your truth for lies
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I ain't to spook 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 pertrators will call you
Martin Luther King Koopa, many of 'em listen
But if you take the heat, then get your hot ass out the kitchen
I words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on niggaz, like I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm bidness
Raise my hand to the man, and my right is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, sure to damage your fitness
But it ain't really even serious, to tear you with stitches
P you acting suspicious, you know me better that
If it was for a false reason, I never react
But you know me better rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me never that

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Thank you, I appreciate the support
But everyone please 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, what he paid on his grill
Same nigga that talk big, bout he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, they don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers ain't really real, only a few of 'em
Pissy colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em
Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few cars
Four or five thousand, for what you do as a star
Now keeping money in the vault, is the part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my was apart
Chamillionaire you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a
If I showed it to you, would you see what it could do in the
Whether you like it or not, don't matter to me
Cause most of the I know I'ma keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what 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 even fun for a
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and my style
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, me down
It's whatever I've been better, at 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 Mike who, he ain't that lil' nigga gone

(*cheering*)

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