Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Gettin'

Tyga, bitch. (Oh oh oh)
Yeah, Tyga-man, Gator, GED.
'07's a great year.
And uh, '08's gonna be a one.

Hey, hey, what's 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
Black? car,
Pick one, plenty room in my cart,
But no piece of meat can my heart,
I'm in a veggie-race,
All I eat is cake,
If I away,
be the last thing that I ate,
Oh my my,
signs,
alive!
Frankenstein!
Tyga,
I'm,
Einstein,
crimes,
guy,
I'm make angels tired,
My talk,
Baby look at my fucking 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 name is
All around the room, I be gettin' paper,
Boy oh boy, I like to this,
chick, and the tin it,
I kicked it,
I for that spinach,
and it makes you feel I'm trippin,' (I'm not)
'Cause you taking the trips 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 you forget this,
dollar that I see,
While my niggas pop in the VIP,
'Cause you know no better,
But to get cheddar,
every day,
Yeah, that's
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 do it with eyes closed,
And I'm waiting on this to come,
When it get motherfuckers going crazy,
the thousand-year ten-thousand-aire,
I ain't hurtin' when I put it in the air,
Them self-made out of your age,
Tell the to go to bed,
'Cause I don't your marketing highness,
I cheese when I sing,
Why Z, is your skill of a G?
I'm on tour,
Haters, you know where to me,
Haters, you where to find me,

(Hey, you know this right, Tyga.
This right, man.)

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
dollar