Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yours

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

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

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

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

Number one rule, B.I.G.
grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P.
The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they see
They give they to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

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

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

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

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

You been a chump pah like Ashton
Was the first one to "Punk"
yo' ass holy and resemblin' Spongebob
Like an old album, you to come for us
You guys get off

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

Hey, throw bottles 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 off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my bitches
Hey, get your mind off of and get to gettin' yours

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

Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the
a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
Fourty cal's and 45 glocks, I like nine
and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline

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

You niggaz livin' check to check but I cash mine
it and let it sit 'cause all the cash mine
Been goin' on you rappers I'ma mash now
Niggaz throw bottles in the air and put the glass down

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 on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin'

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin'
If that other bitch's ass as big as yours
You gettin' money hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours