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

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

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

Keep the Pokeman in a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin' through her stomach a gastric, bypass
Bitch, you better buy a pass and you better have the
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 spotlight is on me, I'm the one they see
They give they money to Kim I'm H.S.B.C.

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

your 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 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 Better holla at Paul Wall

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

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

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

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

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

You don't really it with the nigga right in front of Tip
Have you duckin' on the shit, 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, sold in the
a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
Fourty cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like
Mac-9 and flatten niggaz lifeline

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

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

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

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