Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Bryson
still alive!
God!

[Verse 1: Tiller]
Damn a lot of done changed on me
(Damn they done on me)
Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben on me
I know why niggas hate on me
I gotta move differently, I got a on me
I got 'em private investigators on me
Sittin' right the crib tryna stake on me
up, wait on it
Mmmmm a Porsche Cayman
up watch me pull it out the horse stable
I remember when we couldn't cable
That's I knew I had to put in more labor
Niggas take me out my vibe, dawg
God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
Still I'm on my way to the top,
Shout out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot,
we doin' not regular
Like Hendrix say, we do regular
I'm a beast, I'm a
I kill, I murk, I slay, et cetera, et
cop any gun and kill for my daughter
I'll go Rambo for real for my
I made two mil' for my daughter
Now these pussy ass niggas tryna from my daughter
What the
Post Soul gettin' back to it
No, nigga, this no trap music
Soul, rhythm, blues a slap to it
how young Pen Griffey put his bat to it
What is niggas on? Man trippin'
want me to put 'em on, that's my mission
Niggas in a rush, niggas listen
I'm still tryna get mine, it and done

[Verse 2: Thug]
You was get it, weren't ya?
You was tryna run it the ceilin', weren't ya?
Blue hundreds in your pocket, in your kidney
Whenever I'm master ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns came new, ain't no fuckin' (skrrrt)
Play with me, have a massacre in every city
I might drive to DC and with Meek Milly (Meek)
Take a nigga order, I want a chicken (Chicken Philly)
Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that's that past (sorry, bae)
My bitch jewelry wet, a Patek
She so annoyin', keep askin' for napkins, (woo!)
Wipe bitches up, put 'em in a cup
Shake it then it, that's it
Ayy, we got plenty bucks, order you want (order that)
I'm a cow, I'm just cashin' (woo!)
I think put a camera in my pool
But it's on the inside, goddamn, 12 (they did)
I to be like Jay Z and ride factories
'Til I found out you gotta put on Davis (shoes)
They scopin' out my house from a (woo!)
I pissed out the and start laughin' (ha!)
The inside of my spot water (ha!)
They should the street name to cactus (damn!)
I'm the same that'll order ten rooms in your town
And don't sleep in them bitches, uh
We just fuckin' and gettin' freaky all in them bitches, ahh
so mad that they can't leak none of these pictures, ahh
She so bad I want her features, uh (woo!)
All the you do old like beepers, uh (woo, woo)
All the you do old, I see you (I see you)
all these Crips don't wanna be you (wanna be you, be you, be you)

[Outro: Bryson Tiller & Thug]
Oh
tryna get mine
Still get mine
I'm tryna get mine
Still get mine
I'm still tryna get
They on me
still tryna get mine
Oh they still get mine, oh
Ayy, ayy,
Yeah, oh no
Yeah, still get mine
Said they still tryna get mine,