Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Bryson
still alive!
God!

[Verse 1: Bryson
Damn a lot of niggas done 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 move differently, I got a case on me
I got 'em hirin' investigators on me
Sittin' right outside the crib tryna on me
Hol' up, on it
Mmmmm that's a Porsche
Hol' up me pull it out the horse stable
I remember when we couldn't cable
when I knew I had to put in more labor
Niggas tryna me out my vibe, dawg
God Tiller, God Tiller, I'm alive,
Still I'm on my way to the top,
out Punch, Isaiah Rashad, and K. Dot, dawg
Shit we not regular
Like Hendrix say, we don't do
I'm a beast, I'm a
I kill, I murk, I slay, et cetera, et
I'll cop any gun and for my daughter
I'll go Rambo for real for my
2015 I two mil' for my daughter
Now these ass niggas tryna steal from my daughter
the fuck?
Post Trap gettin' back to it
No, nigga, ain't no trap music
Soul, rhythm, blues with a to it
how young Pen Griffey put his bat to it
What is niggas on? Man they
They want me to put 'em on, my mission
Niggas in a rush, niggas listen
I'm still tryna get mine, that's it and

[Verse 2: Thug]
You was tryna get it, ya?
You was tryna run it the ceilin', weren't ya?
Blue hundreds in your pocket, lean in your
Whenever I'm your ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns new, ain't no fuckin' limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, have a massacre in every city
I might drive to DC and with Meek Milly (Meek)
a nigga order, I want a chicken Philly (Chicken Philly)
Take a bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck that bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that's past tense (sorry, bae)
My bitch jewelry wet, a Patek
She so annoyin', askin' for some napkins, (woo!)
Wipe bitches up, put 'em in a cup
Shake it 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 they put a camera in my pool
But on the inside, goddamn, 12 nasty (they did)
I used to be like Jay Z and ride
'Til I found out you gotta put on Davis (shoes)
They out my house from a cabin (woo!)
I pissed out the and start laughin' (ha!)
The of my spot carry water (ha!)
They change the street name to cactus (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
so mad that they can't leak 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 get mine
I'm tryna get mine
They on me
They still get mine
Oh they tryna get mine, oh
Ayy, ayy,
Yeah, oh no
Yeah, still get mine
they still tryna get mine, yeah