Luyện nghe bài hát Get 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 on my niggaz for?
Hey, get mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

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

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

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

Keep the in case a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin' her stomach like a gastric, bypass
Bitch, you better buy a and you better 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 money to Kim I'm H.S.B.C.

Hey, your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If the rims on his ride as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu hatin' on my for?
Hey, get mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours

Throw your in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that other bitch's ass as big as yours
You gettin' money what'chu on my bitches for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to gettin'

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

Is all that called Whole crew do it up
Champagne, threw it up, niggaz threw it up
Cruisin' up, up, gotta be some star
know what to call it, they say it's a truck car

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

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

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

Throw your in the sky if you're gettin' yours
If that bitch's ass 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'

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

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

I'm already rich, use the rappin' as a
Hustle bitch and I done said it for the last time
Other niggaz down 'cause I don't bag mine
You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't mine

You niggaz livin' check to check but I cash mine
Deposit it and let it sit all the cash mine
Been goin' easy on you rappers mash now
throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down

Hey, your 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 for?
Hey, get your mind off of mine and get to yours

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