Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Bryson
Godzilla's alive!
God!

[Verse 1: Tiller]
Damn a lot of done changed on me
(Damn they changed on me)
if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben Frank on me
I don't know why niggas on me
I gotta differently, I got a case on me
I got 'em private investigators on me
Sittin' right outside the crib tryna on me
Hol' up, on it
Mmmmm that's a Porsche
up watch me pull it out the horse stable
I remember when we afford cable
That's when I knew I had to put in more
tryna take me out my vibe, dawg
God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
I'm on my way to the top, dawg
Shout out Punch, Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg
Shit we doin' not
Like Hendrix say, we do regular
I'm a beast, I'm a
I kill, I murk, I slay, et cetera, et
I'll cop any gun and for my daughter
I'll go for real for my daughter
2015 I made two mil' for my
Now these pussy ass tryna steal from my daughter
the fuck?
Post Trap gettin' back to it
No, nigga, this ain't no music
Soul, rhythm, blues a slap to it
Watch how Pen Griffey put his bat to it
What is niggas on? Man trippin'
They want me to put 'em on, my mission
in a rush, niggas don't listen
I'm tryna get mine, that's it and done

[Verse 2: Young
You was get it, weren't ya?
You was run it through the ceilin', weren't ya?
Blue in your pocket, lean in your kidney
Whenever I'm your ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns new, ain't no fuckin' limit (skrrrt)
with me, I'll have a massacre in every city
I might drive to DC and with Meek Milly (Meek)
Take a nigga order, I want a Philly (Chicken Philly)
a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck that bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that past tense (sorry, bae)
My jewelry wet, cost a Patek
She so annoyin', askin' for some napkins, (woo!)
them bitches up, put 'em in a cup
Shake it then taste it, it
Ayy, we got bucks, order what you want (order that)
I'm a cash cow, I'm cashin' (woo!)
I think they put a in my pool
But it's on the inside, goddamn, 12 (they did)
I used to be Jay Z and ride factories
'Til I found out that you gotta put on (shoes)
They scopin' out my from a cabin (woo!)
I out the window and start laughin' (ha!)
The inside of my carry water (ha!)
They should the street name to cactus (damn!)
I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten rooms in your
And sleep in none them bitches, uh
We just thots and gettin' freaky all in them bitches, ahh
Niggas so mad that they 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)
Even all these Crips wanna be you (wanna be you, be you, be you)

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