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 whatever you do, don't let the 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 that
Niggaz hating on me, but look at 'em the of that
Nigga this ain't type of beef, you can't take the burger back
Burn it into my pocket, I'm trying to stop it
your mouth keeps leaking, dick back in your socket
How does it feel, to know you wasted your lifetime
Living whole lifetime, just to worry bout mine
Gimik niggaz was dissing me, he was fake was missing me
Came to replace and history, B I made 'em history
You could feel like you real, because that eventually
Gon shrivel up, when turns it into misery
And you niggaz is killing me, with 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 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 boring just ignore him, and the fall
My brother is my descendent, we running a mile a
Hut-hut it's to win it, I see you behind the finish
If you get there quit there, got ya swisha lit
smoke in the air, for the Color Changin' Click g'yeah

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha thanks a lot, appreciate it it
Hey mayn, shout out to everybody out all the fans
That been staying down with a nigga, you know I'm
Through his whole career, watching him
Watch us it to that next level, we on our way baby
You know I'm saying what up Lopez, Juan Gonzalez
Sup mayn, y'all me down still mayn
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 Coast mayn
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, I load it inside the barrel and
Put the third eye on him, and do a more than stare at him
Poet I it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare
I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't
The absolute truth, is just some'ing some niggaz hear
Mike don't live here no mo', he got convicted he here
How the heck you set fiction on the table, put truth
you speaking my nigga, you can't look me into my eyes
The good Lord spoke the truth, and just got him crucified
Y'all scared of the sharp dagger, you trading your truth for
Look me in my eyes, nevermind I trying to spook ya
of the present the past, yep I'm the future
Soon as you speak the truth, all the haters try to mute ya
But if you the truth, all pertrators will 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 words from Makevelli, riding was the ambition
So I bomb first on fake niggaz, I'm in his position
Ay Chamillion you tripping, naw I'm handling
Raise my hand to the man, and my hand is my witness
I got a fo' to the fizzle, that's sure to your fitness
But it ain't really even that serious, to tear you with
P you acting suspicious, you know me better that
If it was for a false reason, I never react
But you know me than rap, niggaz was telling me facts
So you can miss me with publicity, if they telling me never that

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
you-thank you, I appreciate the support
But everyone please take your seats, I'm not done more

In this world of falsifying, where niggaz be claiming they
Turn around and you a lie, bout what he paid on his grill
nigga that talk big, bout what he made on his deal
This ain't ask me for advice, like don't pay me Chamill'
Rappers really real, only a few of 'em ball
colored diamonds yep, I'm one of the few of 'em y'all
Talking bout no piece and chain, and a few lil'
Four thousand or five thousand, for what you do as a
Now money in the vault, is the hardest part of the art
Knowledge got my crew smart, even when my crew was
you did 'em wrong, why don't you get a heart
If I showed it to you, would you see it could do in the dark
Whether you like it or not, really matter to me
most of the love I know I'ma keep, inside my family tree
So you can gossip, bout what really with Hatta and me
Or you can gossip bout how so-and-so, way than me
It don't really to me, becuase I'm done with it now
Maturity level that I'm at, isn't fun for a child
So set your mouse pad on the Internet, and punish my
Or set your Reeboks on the streets of Houston, running me
It's whatever I've been better, at proving a wrong
Tell I don't need rocks, to prove a lil' nigga strong
So Watts, forget me I'm grooving I'm in my zone
Property of Mike who, he ain't here that nigga gone

(*cheering*)

(*talking*)
Ha-ha ok we gon chill out, we gon out mayn
We gon try to just keep it moving, you know I'm
Focus on the music, give the 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 on that ha, let me give a couple 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 shake these haters off, know I'm ha-ha
Who am I forgetting, Shepard 'sup up my nigga
'Sup my nig' ha-ha, O. Gizzle 'sup my
I know gon say I forgot 'em but man
get you on the next go my nig', ha-ha