Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Bryson
Godzilla's alive!
God!

1: Bryson Tiller]
Damn a lot of niggas done on me
(Damn they done on me)
Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben on me
I don't know why hate on me
I gotta move differently, I got a on me
I got 'em hirin' private on me
Sittin' right outside the crib tryna on me
Hol' up, on it
Mmmmm that's a Porsche
Hol' up me pull it out the horse stable
I remember when we couldn't afford
That's when I knew I had to put in more
Niggas tryna take me out my vibe,
God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
Still I'm on my way to the top,
out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg
Shit we 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 for real for my daughter
2015 I two mil' for my daughter
Now these pussy ass tryna steal from my daughter
the fuck?
Post Soul gettin' back to it
No, nigga, ain't no trap music
Soul, rhythm, blues with a to it
Watch how Pen Griffey put his bat to it
What is on? Man they trippin'
They want me to put 'em on, my mission
Niggas in a rush, don't listen
I'm still tryna get mine, that's it and

2: Young Thug]
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 master ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns came new, no fuckin' limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, have a massacre in every city
I might drive to DC and fuck Meek Milly (Meek)
Take a order, I want a chicken Philly (Chicken Philly)
Take a nigga bitch, I fuck her titty (fuck that 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 put a camera in my pool
But on the inside, goddamn, 12 nasty (they did)
I used to be Jay Z and ride factories
'Til I found out you gotta put on Davis (shoes)
They scopin' out my house from a (woo!)
I pissed out the window and start (ha!)
The inside of my spot water (ha!)
They should change the street to cactus (damn!)
I'm the same Thugger order ten rooms in your town
And don't in none them bitches, uh
We just fuckin' thots and freaky all in them bitches, ahh
Niggas so mad 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)
Even all these Crips don't be you (wanna be you, be you, be you)

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