Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Some

You want my shoes? You want my shirt? My jewels too,

Well you to
Go n getcha some, go go n getcha (x4)

FRESH, fresh I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, like one fresh jacket
lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the shit this cash get

You afford the price, so why the hell would you ask it?
faggots tried to snatch it, get their ass in a casket
Ya honey love me, she the fashion, &
I call her baby girl, like her dad did
There's 100s on my paper like a ass class kid
I'm on top my rap, like an ad lib
And you holler mama, Dolce and Gabbana mama
Gotta whole lot o mama, Fendi and a
So you to
Go n some', go go n getcha some (x2)

But to get boy, you got to be rich, or sum
& my attire, hard, hard my dick or sum
I make more than meet,
My nigga Big told me it was bout the
I'm in the limelight, til the my skin green
livin' my dreams, til the point you should me
to me

FRESH, like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, that's one fresh jacket
They lookin' at a n-gga, like one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this get
Well you to
Go n some, go go n getcha some (x4)

If I you where to get it, you n-ggas still wouldn't grab it
to pronounce it, you gotta add an accent
& they askin can they call me store, cuz my pockets full of paper and plastic
man, you not my Asian, persuasion
excuse the lil' Ape in ya face, it stays
& when the heat on high beams, you scream, I scream
for some cold ass ice

you need to
go n getcha some, go go n getcha (x2)

These brawds thinkin, that they gon get em' sum,
so they try to take care of me, I'm sick or sum
There's things, I don't like, I love them Nikes
But not the on whites, forget the price tags
'Cause I get I like, & you're girl lookin' for me
Because she the pipe, ya digg

FRESH, fresh like I'm in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, that's one fresh jacket
lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that cash get
Well you to
Go n getcha some, go go n some (x4)

The fabric on my ass is and its sad n
You think you could this fabric
When it comes to the all the man like shaft this
Cuz I'm clean cut and them like baggage
Atheists turn Christian when I my True Religions
It's that when I'm rockin pastel
These n-ggas wanna what they have on me
I'm stickin to my roots LRG
So you to
go n getcha some, go go n some (x2)

Pose for the hoes they wanna take a pic or somethin
Hop up in the ride they might let me stick em some
The rag my neck complement the outfit
I'm out with brawds you be watchin your couches
But Imma need money respect
Find a little piece of and I threw em round my neck that's

FRESH, fresh like I'm in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, that's one fresh jacket
They at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this get
you need to
Go n some, go go n getcha some (x4)