Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yours

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if gettin' yours
If the rims on his ain't as big as yours
You money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as
You gettin' money hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of and get to gettin' yours

Boss lady up in the back of the Maybach
Chauffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned
Readin' the newspaper, put a hurtin' on 'em
Haters like a bad act, I close the curtain on 'em

all day on the Siruis, radio
Satellite TV, who do it me?
In outfits, while sellin' the tag
Yves Saint boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag

Keep the Pokeman in case a big think I'm ass
Eatin' through her like a gastric, bypass
Bitch, you better buy a and you better have the cash
When you in my town you got to see me to buy a

one rule, think B.I.G.
Fifty grand for the to sit in V.I.P.
The is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
They give they money to Kim I'm H.S.B.C.

Hey, your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin'

your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of and get to gettin' yours

Yeah, well, it's young Dash to all who don't know
The boy who stay hot when his is so cold
Killer and he cockin' that fo'-fo'
Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul

Is all that called for? crew do it up
Champagne, it up, till niggaz threw it up
up, tinted up, gotta be some star
Don't know what to it, they say it's a truck car

You been with a chump pah Ashton
Was the one to "Punk" y'all
Have yo' ass holy and resemblin'
an old album, you happen to come for us
You get dust off

It's the young boss, show you the imp us for
Family and friends be the only missin' boy
Sayin' that you and all, tell me what'chu bitchin' for
'cause I'm gettin mine, well, is you gettin' yours?

Hey, throw your in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride ain't as big as
You gettin' money hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as
You gettin' money what'chu on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to yours

You don't really want it the nigga right in front of Tip
you duckin' on the shit, wanna let the thunder spit
Get bucked, bitch, a fuck who you run and get
King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique shit

Bricks in the pipeline, in the nighttime
Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like
Fourty cal's and 45 glocks, I don't nine
Mac-9 and automatic flatten lifeline

I'm rich, use the rappin' as a pastime
Grand Hustle bitch and I done it for the last time
Other niggaz settle down I don't bag mine
You see me pull it I'ma blast, I flash mine

You livin' check to check but I don't cash mine
Deposit it and let it sit all the cash mine
Been goin' easy on you rappers I'ma now
Niggaz throw bottles in the air and put the glass down

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if gettin' yours
If the on his ride ain't as big as yours
You gettin' what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your off of mine and get to gettin' yours

your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass ain't as big as
You gettin' money hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin'