Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yours

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

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

lady pull up in the back of the Maybach
Chauffeur the wheel, feet up, leaned back
Readin' the newspaper, honeygirl put a on 'em
Haters like a bad act, I just close the on 'em

all day on the Siruis, radio
Satellite TV, who do it me?
In outfits, while sellin' the tag
Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag

Keep the in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin' through her stomach a gastric, bypass
Bitch, you better buy a pass and you have the cash
you in my town you got to see me to buy a pass

Number one rule, B.I.G.
Fifty for the girl to sit in V.I.P.
The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they see
They give they to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

Hey, throw 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

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

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

Is all called for? Whole crew do it up
Champagne, threw it up, niggaz threw it up
Cruisin' up, tinted up, gotta be star
Don't know what to it, they say it's a truck car

You with a chump pah like Ashton
Was the one to "Punk" y'all
yo' ass holy and resemblin' Spongebob
Like an old album, you to come for us
You get dust off

It's the boss, show you what the imp us for
Family and be the only ones missin' boy
Sayin' that you rich and all, me what'chu bitchin' for
'cause I'm gettin mine, well, is you gettin' yours?

Hey, throw 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 hatin' on my niggaz
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin'

Throw your in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other ass ain't as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin'

You really want it with the nigga right in front of Tip
you duckin' on the shit, wanna let the thunder spit
Get bucked, bitch, a fuck who you run and get
King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin'

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

I'm already rich, use the rappin' as a
Grand Hustle bitch and I done said it for the time
Other niggaz settle down 'cause I bag mine
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' easy on you I'ma mash now
Niggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass

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