Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Tiller]
Godzilla's alive!
God!

1: Bryson Tiller]
Damn a lot of done changed on me
(Damn they changed on me)
Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, and Ben Frank on me
I don't why niggas hate on me
I gotta move differently, I got a on me
I got 'em hirin' investigators on me
Sittin' outside the crib tryna stake on me
Hol' up, on it
Mmmmm a Porsche Cayman
up watch me pull it out the horse stable
I remember we couldn't afford 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, Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg
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 ass niggas tryna steal from my daughter
the fuck?
Post Trap Soul gettin' to it
No, nigga, this ain't no trap
Soul, rhythm, blues a slap to it
Watch how young Pen put his bat to it
What is niggas on? Man they
They want me to put 'em on, that's my
Niggas in a rush, niggas don't
I'm still tryna get mine, that's it and

[Verse 2: Thug]
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 master ain't no fuckin'
All the foreigns came new, no fuckin' limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, have a massacre in every city
I drive to DC and fuck with Meek Milly (Meek)
Take a nigga order, I want a Philly (Chicken Philly)
Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her (fuck that bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that's that past (sorry, bae)
My jewelry wet, cost a Patek
She so annoyin', keep for some napkins, (woo!)
them bitches up, put 'em in a cup
Shake it then it, that's it
Ayy, we got plenty bucks, order what you (order that)
I'm a cow, I'm just cashin' (woo!)
I think they put a camera in my
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)
scopin' out my house from a cabin (woo!)
I pissed out the and start laughin' (ha!)
The inside of my carry water (ha!)
They should change the name to cactus (damn!)
I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten in your town
And don't sleep in them bitches, uh
We just thots and gettin' freaky all in them bitches, ahh
Niggas so mad that they can't leak of these pictures, ahh
She so bad I want her features, uh (woo!)
All the shit you do old 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: Bryson Tiller & Thug]
Oh
Still tryna get
Still get mine
I'm still tryna get
Still tryna get
I'm tryna get mine
schemin' on me
They still get mine
Oh they tryna get mine, oh
Ayy, ayy,
Yeah, oh no
Yeah, still tryna get
Said they still tryna get mine,