Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Bryson
Godzilla's alive!
God!

1: Bryson Tiller]
Damn a lot of niggas done on me
(Damn done changed on me)
Fuck if I care, I got Jackson, and Ben Frank on me
I don't know why niggas on me
I gotta differently, I got a case on me
I got 'em private investigators on me
Sittin' right outside the crib stake on me
up, wait on it
Mmmmm a Porsche Cayman
Hol' up watch me pull it out the horse
I when we couldn't afford cable
That's when I knew I had to put in labor
Niggas tryna me out my vibe, dawg
God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
Still I'm on my way to the top,
Shout out Punch, Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg
we doin' not regular
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 for real for my daughter
I made two mil' for my daughter
Now these pussy ass tryna steal from my daughter
the fuck?
Post Trap Soul back to it
No, nigga, this ain't no music
Soul, rhythm, blues with a to it
how young Pen Griffey put his bat to it
What is on? Man they trippin'
They want me to put 'em on, that's my
Niggas in a rush, niggas listen
I'm still tryna get mine, it and done

[Verse 2: Young
You was get it, weren't ya?
You was tryna run it through the ceilin', ya?
Blue hundreds in your pocket, lean in your
I'm your master ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns came new, no fuckin' limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, have a massacre in every city
I might drive to DC and fuck with Milly (Meek)
Take a order, I want a chicken Philly (Chicken Philly)
Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her (fuck that bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that's that past (sorry, bae)
My bitch wet, cost a Patek
She so annoyin', askin' for some napkins, (woo!)
Wipe them up, put 'em in a cup
it then taste 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 they put a camera in my
But it's on the inside, goddamn, 12 (they did)
I used to be like Jay Z and ride
'Til I found out that you put on Davis (shoes)
They scopin' out my house from a (woo!)
I pissed out the and start laughin' (ha!)
The inside of my spot carry (ha!)
They should change the street name to (damn!)
I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten in your town
And sleep in none them bitches, uh
We just thots and gettin' freaky all in them bitches, ahh
Niggas so mad that can't 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 Tiller & Young
Oh
Still tryna get
Still get mine
I'm still tryna get
tryna get mine
I'm tryna get mine
schemin' on me
They still tryna get
Oh they still get mine, oh
Ayy, ayy,
Yeah, oh no
Yeah, tryna get mine
they still tryna get mine, yeah