Luyện nghe bài hát Get Mine

[Intro: Tiller]
Godzilla's alive!
God!

1: Bryson Tiller]
Damn a lot of niggas changed 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 hirin' investigators on me
Sittin' right outside the tryna stake on me
up, wait on it
Mmmmm that's a Cayman
up watch me pull it out the horse stable
I remember we couldn't afford cable
That's when I 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 not regular
Like Hendrix say, we 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
2015 I made two for my daughter
Now these pussy ass niggas tryna from my daughter
What the
Post Trap gettin' back to it
No, nigga, this no trap music
Soul, rhythm, with a slap to it
Watch how Pen Griffey put his bat to it
is niggas on? Man they trippin'
They want me to put 'em on, that's my
Niggas in a rush, don't listen
I'm still tryna get mine, that's it and

[Verse 2: Young
You was get it, weren't ya?
You was run it through the ceilin', weren't ya?
Blue in your pocket, lean in your kidney
Whenever I'm master ain't no fuckin' limits
All the foreigns new, ain't no fuckin' limit (skrrrt)
Play with me, I'll a massacre in every city
I drive to DC and fuck with Meek Milly (Meek)
Take a nigga order, I want a Philly (Chicken Philly)
Take a nigga bitch, I wanna fuck her titty (fuck bitch)
Speakin' too fast, that past tense (sorry, bae)
My jewelry wet, cost a Patek
She so annoyin', keep askin' for napkins, (woo!)
Wipe them up, put 'em in a cup
Shake it taste it, that's it
Ayy, we got bucks, order what you want (order that)
I'm a cash cow, I'm just (woo!)
I they put a camera in my pool
But it's on the inside, goddamn, 12 (they did)
I used to be like Jay Z and ride
'Til I found out 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 the street name to cactus (damn!)
I'm the same Thugger that'll order ten rooms in your
And don't sleep in them bitches, uh
We just fuckin' thots and gettin' 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)
Even all these Crips wanna be you (wanna be you, be you, be you)

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