Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yours

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if 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 off of mine and get to gettin' yours

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

Boss pull up in the back of the Maybach
Chauffeur behind the wheel, feet up, back
Readin' the newspaper, honeygirl put a on 'em
like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em

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

the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin' through her like a gastric, bypass
Bitch, you buy a pass and you better have 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 wanna see
give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

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

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

Is all that called Whole crew do it up
Champagne, threw it up, till threw it up
Cruisin' up, tinted up, gotta be some
Don't know what to call it, they say a truck car

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

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

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

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

You don't really want it with the nigga in front of Tip
Have you 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 runnin'

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

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

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

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

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