Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Some

You want my You want my shirt? My jewels too, n-gga?

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

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

You can't afford the price, so why the hell you ask it?
These faggots tried to snatch it, get ass in a casket
Ya love me, she admire the fashion, &
I call her girl, just like her dad did
There's 100s on my paper a smart 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, and a Prada
So you to
Go n getcha some', go go n getcha (x2)

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

FRESH, fresh like I'm in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, like one fresh jacket
They 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 getcha (x4)

If I told you where to get it, you n-ggas still wouldn't it
just to pronounce it, you gotta add an
& they askin can they call me grocery store, cuz my pockets full of and plastic
man, you not avoiding my Asian,
the lil' Ape in ya face, it stays Bathing
& when the heat blaze on beams, you scream, I scream
for some ass ice cream

you need to
go n some, go go n getcha some (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 some things, I like, I love them Nikes
But not the white on whites, forget the tags
I get what I like, & you're girl lookin' for me
Because she like the pipe, ya

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

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

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

FRESH, like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one fresh
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 getcha some, go go n getcha (x4)