Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yours

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

lady 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 close the on 'em

Play all day on the Siruis,
Satellite TV, who do it me?
In designer outfits, sellin' the tag
Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint 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 better have the
When you in my town you got to see me to buy a

one rule, think 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 what'chu hatin' on my niggaz
Hey, get your mind off of and get to gettin' yours

Throw your bottles in the sky if 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

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

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 it, they say it's a truck car

You been with a chump pah like
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, you what the imp us for
Family and friends be the only ones boy
Sayin' you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin' for
'cause I'm gettin mine, well, is you gettin' yours?

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

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

Bricks in the pipeline, in the nighttime
a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine
Fourty and 45 glocks, I don't like nine
Mac-9 and automatic flatten lifeline

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

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

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

Throw your in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass as big as yours
You money what'chu hatin' on my bitches for?
Hey, get your off of mine and get to gettin' yours