Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Bryson
still alive!
God!

[Verse 1: Tiller]
a lot of niggas done changed on me
(Damn they done on me)
Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, Grant and Ben on me
I don't why niggas hate on me
I gotta differently, I got a case on me
I got 'em hirin' private on me
Sittin' right outside the crib stake on me
Hol' up, on it
Mmmmm that's a Cayman
Hol' up watch me pull it out the horse
I when we couldn't afford cable
That's I knew I had to put in more labor
Niggas take me out my vibe, dawg
God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
I'm on my way to the top, dawg
Shout out Punch, Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg
Shit we doin' not
Hendrix 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 for real for my daughter
I made two mil' for my daughter
Now these pussy ass niggas tryna steal from my
What the
Post Trap Soul back to it
No, nigga, this no trap music
Soul, rhythm, blues with a 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, niggas don't
I'm still get mine, that's it and done

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

[Outro: Bryson Tiller & Thug]
Oh
tryna get mine
Still get mine
I'm still get mine
Still tryna get
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
Said they still tryna get mine,