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, and Ben Frank on me
I don't know why hate on me
I gotta move differently, I got a on me
I got 'em private investigators on me
right outside the crib tryna stake on me
Hol' up, on it
Mmmmm that's a Cayman
Hol' up watch me pull it out the stable
I when we couldn't afford cable
when I knew I had to put in more labor
Niggas tryna take me out my vibe,
God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
Still I'm on my way to the top,
Shout out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot,
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
cop any gun and kill for my daughter
I'll go for real for my daughter
2015 I made two for my daughter
Now these pussy ass tryna steal from my daughter
What the
Post Trap Soul back 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
in a rush, niggas 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 through the ceilin', ya?
Blue in your pocket, lean in your kidney
I'm your master ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns came new, ain't no limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, I'll a massacre in every city
I might drive to DC and fuck with Meek (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's that tense (sorry, bae)
My jewelry wet, cost a Patek
She so annoyin', keep askin' for napkins, (woo!)
Wipe them up, put 'em in a cup
it then taste it, that's it
Ayy, we got plenty bucks, what you want (order that)
I'm a cash cow, I'm 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 put on Davis (shoes)
They scopin' out my house from a (woo!)
I pissed out the window and laughin' (ha!)
The inside of my spot carry (ha!)
They should change the street name to (damn!)
I'm the same Thugger that'll ten rooms in your town
And sleep in none them bitches, uh
We just fuckin' thots and freaky all in them bitches, ahh
Niggas so mad that they leak none of these pictures, ahh
She so bad sometimes I 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 Crips don't wanna be you (wanna be you, be you, be you)

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