Luyện nghe bài hát Get Yours

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

Throw your bottles in the sky if gettin' yours
If other bitch's 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 yours

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

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

Keep the Pokeman in a big bitch think I'm ass
Eatin' through her stomach like a gastric,
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 wanna see
They they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.

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

Throw your bottles in the sky if you're 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 and get to gettin' yours

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don't really want it with the 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
of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin' shit

Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the
Take a lifetime to find a flow quite like mine
Fourty cal's and 45 glocks, I like nine
and automatic flatten niggaz lifeline

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

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

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