Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Tiller]
still alive!
God!

[Verse 1: Bryson
Damn a lot of niggas changed on me
(Damn they done 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' private on me
Sittin' right the crib tryna stake on me
up, wait on it
Mmmmm a Porsche Cayman
Hol' up watch me it out the horse stable
I remember when we afford cable
That's when I knew I had to put in labor
Niggas tryna me out my vibe, dawg
God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
I'm on my way to the top, dawg
Shout out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot,
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
cop any gun and kill for my daughter
I'll go for real for my daughter
I made two mil' for my daughter
Now pussy ass niggas tryna steal from my daughter
the fuck?
Post Trap Soul back to it
No, nigga, ain't no trap music
Soul, rhythm, blues a slap to it
how young Pen Griffey put his bat to it
What is niggas on? Man they
They want me to put 'em on, my mission
Niggas in a rush, don't listen
I'm still tryna get mine, it and done

[Verse 2: Young
You was get it, weren't ya?
You was tryna run it the ceilin', weren't ya?
Blue hundreds in your pocket, lean in kidney
Whenever I'm your ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns came new, ain't no limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, I'll have a massacre in city
I might drive to DC and fuck 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, cost a
She so annoyin', keep askin' for napkins, (woo!)
them bitches up, put 'em in a cup
Shake it 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 they put a camera in my
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 pissed out the and start laughin' (ha!)
The inside of my carry water (ha!)
They should change the street name to (damn!)
I'm the Thugger that'll order ten rooms in your town
And don't sleep in them bitches, uh
We just fuckin' thots and gettin' freaky all in 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 shit you do old 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: Tiller & Young Thug]
Oh
tryna get mine
Still tryna get
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 get mine
Said they tryna get mine, yeah