Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Tiller]
still alive!
God!

[Verse 1: Bryson
Damn a lot of niggas done on me
(Damn they changed 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 hirin' investigators on me
Sittin' right outside the crib tryna on me
Hol' up, on it
Mmmmm that's a Porsche
Hol' up watch me pull it out the stable
I when we couldn't afford cable
That's when I knew I had to put in labor
Niggas 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 say, we don't 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 for my daughter
Now these pussy ass niggas steal from my daughter
What the
Post Soul gettin' back to it
No, nigga, this ain't no trap
Soul, rhythm, blues with a to it
how young Pen Griffey put his bat to it
What is niggas on? Man trippin'
They want me to put 'em on, that's my
Niggas in a rush, don't listen
I'm still get mine, that's it and done

[Verse 2: Thug]
You was get it, weren't ya?
You was tryna run it through the ceilin', ya?
Blue in your pocket, lean in your kidney
Whenever I'm your ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns came new, ain't no limit (skrrrt)
with me, I'll have a massacre in every city
I might drive to DC and fuck with Meek (Meek)
Take a nigga order, I a chicken Philly (Chicken Philly)
Take a bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck that bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that's that tense (sorry, bae)
My bitch jewelry wet, a Patek
She so annoyin', keep for some napkins, (woo!)
Wipe bitches up, put 'em in a cup
it then taste 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 on the inside, goddamn, 12 nasty (they did)
I to be like Jay Z and ride factories
I found out that you gotta put on Davis (shoes)
They scopin' out my from a cabin (woo!)
I out the window and start laughin' (ha!)
The inside of my spot carry (ha!)
They change the street name to cactus (damn!)
I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten rooms in town
And don't sleep in none bitches, uh
We just fuckin' thots and gettin' freaky all in bitches, ahh
Niggas so mad that they can't 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 don't 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
tryna get mine
I'm still get mine
schemin' on me
They still tryna get
Oh they tryna get mine, oh
Ayy, ayy,
Yeah, oh no
Yeah, still tryna get
Said still tryna get mine, yeah