Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yours

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride as big as yours
You money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to yours

Throw bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If other 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

lady 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,
TV, who do it like me?
In designer outfits, while the tag
Yves Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag

Keep the Pokeman in case a big bitch I'm ass
Eatin' through her like a gastric, bypass
Bitch, you better buy a pass and you 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 is on me, I'm the one they wanna see
They give they 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' money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz
Hey, get mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If other bitch's 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 gettin'

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

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

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

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

Hey, throw bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu on my niggaz for?
Hey, get mind 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 hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of and get to gettin' yours

You really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip
Have you duckin' on the shit, wanna let the thunder
Get bucked, bitch, give a who you run and get
King of the South, Pimp Clique runnin' shit

Bricks in the pipeline, in the nighttime
a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
Fourty cal's and 45 glocks, I like nine
Mac-9 and flatten niggaz lifeline

I'm already rich, use the as a pastime
Grand Hustle bitch and I said it for the last time
Other niggaz settle down 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 don't cash
Deposit it and let it sit all the cash mine
Been goin' easy on you I'ma mash now
Niggaz throw your in the air and put the glass down

Hey, throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin'
If the rims on his ride as big as yours
You money what'chu hatin' on my niggaz for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to yours

Throw 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