Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Bryson
still alive!
God!

[Verse 1: Tiller]
a lot of niggas done changed on me
(Damn done changed on me)
Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben on me
I don't why niggas hate on me
I gotta move differently, I got a on me
I got 'em private investigators on me
Sittin' right outside the crib stake on me
Hol' up, on it
Mmmmm that's a Cayman
Hol' up watch me it out the horse stable
I remember when we afford cable
That's I knew I had to put in more labor
Niggas tryna take me out my vibe,
God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
Still I'm on my way to the top,
Shout out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot,
Shit we doin' not
Like say, we don't do regular
I'm a beast, I'm a
I kill, I murk, I slay, et cetera, et
cop any gun and kill for my daughter
I'll go Rambo for real for my
I made two mil' for my daughter
Now these pussy ass niggas tryna steal from my
What the
Post Soul gettin' back to it
No, nigga, ain't no trap music
Soul, rhythm, with a slap to it
Watch how young Pen put his bat to it
What is niggas on? Man trippin'
want me to put 'em on, that's my mission
Niggas in a rush, don't listen
I'm tryna get mine, that's it and done

[Verse 2: Thug]
You was get it, weren't ya?
You was tryna run it the ceilin', weren't ya?
Blue hundreds in your pocket, lean in kidney
Whenever I'm your master ain't no fuckin'
All the foreigns came new, ain't no limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, I'll have a massacre in city
I might drive to DC and fuck Meek Milly (Meek)
a nigga order, I want a chicken Philly (Chicken Philly)
Take a nigga bitch, I wanna her titty (fuck that bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that past tense (sorry, bae)
My jewelry wet, cost a Patek
She so annoyin', askin' for some napkins, (woo!)
Wipe them up, put 'em in a cup
Shake it then it, that's it
Ayy, we got plenty bucks, order you want (order that)
I'm a cash cow, I'm cashin' (woo!)
I think put a camera in my pool
But on the inside, goddamn, 12 nasty (they did)
I to be like Jay Z and ride factories
I found out that you gotta put on Davis (shoes)
They scopin' out my from a cabin (woo!)
I pissed out the and start laughin' (ha!)
The inside of my spot carry (ha!)
They should change the name to cactus (damn!)
I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten in your town
And don't sleep in none bitches, uh
We just thots and gettin' freaky all in them bitches, ahh
Niggas so mad that they leak none of these pictures, ahh
She so bad I want her features, uh (woo!)
All the you do old like beepers, uh (woo, woo)
All the you do old, I see you (I see you)
Even all Crips don't wanna be you (wanna be you, be you, be you)

[Outro: Bryson & Young Thug]
Oh
tryna get mine
Still get mine
I'm tryna get mine
tryna get mine
I'm still tryna get
They on me
They tryna get mine
Oh they still get mine, oh
Ayy, ayy,
Yeah, oh no
Yeah, still get mine
they still tryna get mine, yeah