Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yours

Hey, throw bottles in the sky if you're 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 mind off of and get to gettin' yours

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

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

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

Keep the in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin' through her stomach like a gastric,
Bitch, you better buy a 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.
Fifty grand for the to sit in V.I.P.
The is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
They give money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

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 what'chu 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 bitch's ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu on my bitches for?
Hey, get your off of mine and get to gettin' yours

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

Is all called for? Whole crew do it up
Champagne, threw it up, till threw it up
Cruisin' up, tinted up, be some star
Don't what to call it, they say it's 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 get dust off

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

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if gettin' yours
If the rims on his 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 bitch's ass 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

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

Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the
Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite mine
Fourty and 45 glocks, I don't like nine
and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline

I'm already rich, use the as a pastime
Grand Hustle and I done said it for the last time
Other niggaz settle down 'cause I bag mine
You see me pull it I'ma blast, I flash mine

You niggaz livin' check to check but I don't mine
Deposit it and let it sit 'cause all the mine
Been easy on you rappers 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 ride as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my for?
Hey, get mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

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