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, what's going on in the 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 of meat can hurt my heart,
I'm in a veggie-race,
All I eat is cake,
If I away,
It'd be the last 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 My name 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 for that spinach,
and it you feel like I'm trippin,' (I'm not)
'Cause you ain't taking the I'm trippin,' (I'm over here)
No nightmares, is Christmas,
buy you what you want, bitch,
Lay off the shit-list,
I'm and gettin,'
And don't you this,
dollar that I see,
While my pop bottles in the VIP,
you don't know no better,
But to get cheddar,
every day,
Yeah, forever
Money, money, money,
Yeah, my schedule,
You too cheap,
You talk to

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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it back.
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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 getting dollar,
I could do it with closed,
And I'm on this check to come,
it get here motherfuckers going crazy,
Like the ten-thousand-aire,
I ain't hurtin' no-one 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 hear when I sing,
Why Z, is your grade of a G?
I'm on tour,
Haters, you know to find me,
Haters, you where to find me,

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

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
dollar