Luyện nghe bài hát Get It Again

Hey
Young
Cardo got
it up, get it again

My mind it be stuck on cash
If I you, I'll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is the stash
Twenties and tens, we blow shit fast
Fuck it up, get it
Fuck it up, get it
it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it
I'm here to money, not friends
I fell in love with the on them bands
I like to thumb through a check my friends
For all of this money, committed some
it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it (fuck it up)
it up, get it again
We fuck it up, it up, get it again, yeah

She wanna fuck a boss
She kick it with him
She wanna a big dog
I told her okay lil I'm him
Me and my we ballin'
around, cut the net off of the rim (swish)
I fuck around, her again (yeah)
Then I fuck around, fuck on her
They like who is them right there?
I see all of them dressed in
I twenty bands on my ears (bling bling)
Goddamnit this shit is (goddamn, goddamn)
with me nigga, I dare
I highly advise you to stay there
Got your lil bitch and lil bitch and they all in my bed
We on the spread
I am the don
I'm passing my to my son
Big booty on my arm
She papi can we go to
I took bitch to Miami
Yeah and we at The One
We had to live up on
I fucked bitch off the Dom Perignon, uh

My mind it be stuck on cash
If I you, I'll give you my last
Hundreds and fifties is hitting the
Twenties and tens, we blow shit fast
it up, get it again
Fuck it up, get it
it up, get it again
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it
I'm to make money, not friends
I fell in love with the blue on them
I like to thumb through a check with my
For all of money, committed some sins
it up, get it again (yeah)
Fuck it up, get it (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it
We fuck it up, it up, get it again, yeah

I fell in love the seats in the Wraith
My lawyer Jewish, I'm my case
Hundreds and fifties, we it safe
You say you got pistols, I need 'em
I feel safe if I ain't got a pip
My homie just called me, they just him life
I'm tryna 50K to his lawyer
I hope appeal that shit like shakin' dice
up a check when I run up in Saks
My got my name tatted right on her ass
I used to bag up, go to the ave
I ain't no whip, I got right in the cab
Goin' for nothing, I'm with the shit
I like to match up my gun my fit
out to Glizzy, know I got that glizzy
Got so diamonds I look like a lick
So many I look like a pimp
We ordering lobster, forget the shrimp
Foreign, I gotta percent the tint
Every day prayin', forgive my sins
Young risk it all for a Benz
Ain't got no pal, I'm to the pen
Baggin' the powder, blow it in the
I'm gon' get dollars, I'm 'bout to spend
I gotta get

My mind it be on that cash
If I love you, I'll you my last
Hundreds and is hitting the stash
and tens, we blow that shit fast
Fuck it up, get it
Fuck it up, get it
Fuck it up, get it
We it up, fuck it up, get it again
I'm here to make money, not
I fell in love the blue on them bands
I like to thumb through a check my friends
For all of this money, some sins
Fuck it up, get it (yeah)
it up, get it again (fuck it up)
Fuck it up, get it
We fuck it up, fuck it up, get it again,