Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Gettin'

Tyga, bitch. (Oh oh oh)
Yeah, Tyga-man, Gator, GED.
'07's a great year.
And uh, gonna be a better one.

Hey, hey, going on in the world today?
Can it be a way I my age?
Like, hey mama,
my way,
Heard you up good, baby,
Be my maid,
Oh, you got a
Silver car,
Pick one, plenty in my shopping cart,
But no piece of meat can my heart,
I'm in a veggie-race,
All I eat is cake,
If I away,
It'd be the thing that I ate,
Oh my my,
signs,
alive!
Frankenstein!
Tyga,
I'm,
Einstein,
crimes,
guy,
I'm them angels tired,
My talk,
Baby like look at my dial!

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
Every

Hey, yo, how you doing? My is Gator
All around the room, I be gettin' paper,
Boy oh boy, I to spin this,
chick, and the tin it,
I kicked it,
I pa-poo-pa-pa for spinach,
and it makes you like I'm trippin,' (I'm not)
'Cause you ain't taking the trips I'm trippin,' (I'm here)
No nightmares, is Christmas,
buy you what you want, bitch,
Lay off the shit-list,
I'm and gettin,'
And you forget this,
dollar that I see,
While my niggas pop in the VIP,
you don't know no better,
But to get cheddar,
Hauntin' day,
Yeah, that's
Money, money, money,
Yeah, my schedule,
You too cheap,
You to ever

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
Every

The is not over.
We just have to a quick intermission.
Whoo, tired.
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Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day, (Oh, oh)
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
Every (Oh)

Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day, (Oh, oh)
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
Every

I'm every dollar,
I could do it eyes closed,
And I'm waiting on this to come,
When it get here going crazy,
the thousand-year ten-thousand-aire,
I ain't no-one when I put it in the air,
Them just self-made out of age,
the old-head to go to bed,
'Cause I don't hear your highness,
I cheese when I sing,
Why Z, is your skill of a G?
I'm on tour,
Haters, you know to find me,
Haters, you know where to me,

(Hey, you this ain't right, Tyga.
This right, man.)

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
dollar