Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Tiller]
still alive!
God!

[Verse 1: Bryson
Damn a lot of niggas changed on me
(Damn done changed on me)
Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben on me
I don't why niggas hate on me
I gotta differently, I got a case on me
I got 'em hirin' investigators on me
Sittin' right outside the crib stake on me
Hol' up, on it
Mmmmm a Porsche Cayman
Hol' up watch me pull it out the stable
I remember when we couldn't cable
That's when I knew I had to put in more
Niggas take 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,
we doin' not regular
Like Hendrix say, we don't do
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 my daughter
the fuck?
Post Trap Soul gettin' to it
No, nigga, this 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, niggas don't
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 pocket, lean in your kidney
Whenever I'm your master ain't no limits
All the foreigns came new, ain't no fuckin' (skrrrt)
Play with me, I'll have a 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 bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck that bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that's past tense (sorry, bae)
My bitch wet, cost a Patek
She so annoyin', askin' for some napkins, (woo!)
Wipe bitches 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 cow, I'm just cashin' (woo!)
I they put a camera in my pool
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 from a (woo!)
I pissed out the and start 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 don't sleep in none 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 you do old like 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: Bryson Tiller & Thug]
Oh
Still tryna get
tryna get mine
I'm still get mine
Still get mine
I'm still get mine
They on me
still tryna get mine
Oh they still get mine, oh
Ayy, ayy,
Yeah, oh no
Yeah, still tryna get
they still tryna get mine, yeah