Luyện nghe bài hát Get 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' what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
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 on my bitches for?
Hey, get mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Boss lady pull up in the of the Maybach
Chauffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned
the newspaper, honeygirl 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 boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag

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

Number one rule, B.I.G.
Fifty for the girl 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, your bottles 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 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 your mind off of mine and get to yours

Yeah, well, it's young Dash to all those who know
The boy who hot when his jewels is so cold
Killer screwface and he that fo'-fo'
Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul

Is all that called for? Whole do it up
Champagne, threw it up, till niggaz it up
up, tinted up, gotta be some star
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"
yo' ass holy and resemblin' Spongebob
Like an old album, you to come for us
You get dust off

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

Hey, your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz
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 hatin' on my bitches 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
Have you duckin' on the shit, wanna let the spit
Get bucked, bitch, give a who you run and get
King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique shit

in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime
Take a 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 rappin' as a
Hustle bitch 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 don't flash

You niggaz livin' check to check but I cash mine
Deposit it and let it sit 'cause all the mine
Been goin' easy on you I'ma mash now
Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the 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' money 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 other 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