Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

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

1: Bryson Tiller]
Damn a lot of niggas changed on me
(Damn they changed on me)
if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben Frank on me
I know why niggas hate on me
I move differently, I got a case on me
I got 'em private investigators on me
Sittin' right the crib tryna stake on me
up, wait on it
Mmmmm that's a Cayman
Hol' up 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 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, Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg
Shit we not regular
Hendrix 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 Rambo for for my daughter
2015 I made two for my daughter
Now these pussy ass niggas tryna steal from my
the fuck?
Post Trap Soul gettin' to it
No, nigga, ain't no trap music
Soul, rhythm, blues a slap to it
Watch how Pen Griffey 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, don't listen
I'm still get mine, that's it and done

[Verse 2: Thug]
You was tryna get it, ya?
You was tryna run it through the ceilin', ya?
Blue hundreds in your pocket, lean in your
I'm your master ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns new, ain't no fuckin' limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, I'll a massacre in every city
I might drive to DC and fuck with Milly (Meek)
Take a nigga order, I want a Philly (Chicken Philly)
Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that's that past (sorry, bae)
My bitch wet, cost a Patek
She so annoyin', keep for some napkins, (woo!)
Wipe 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 it's on the inside, goddamn, 12 (they did)
I to be like Jay Z and ride factories
'Til I found out that you put on Davis (shoes)
They scopin' out my house a cabin (woo!)
I pissed out the window and laughin' (ha!)
The of my spot carry water (ha!)
should change the street name to cactus (damn!)
I'm the same that'll order ten rooms in your town
And sleep in none them bitches, uh
We fuckin' thots 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 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
Still tryna get
Still get mine
I'm still get mine
Still tryna get
I'm still tryna get
schemin' on me
They still tryna get
Oh they still get mine, oh
Ayy, ayy,
Yeah, oh no
Yeah, still get mine
they still tryna get mine, yeah