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 pronounce my
Like, hey mama,
my way,
Heard you up good, baby,
Be my maid,
Oh, you got a
Black? car,
one, plenty room in my shopping cart,
But no piece of can hurt my heart,
I'm in a veggie-race,
All I eat is cake,
If I away,
It'd be the last thing I ate,
Oh my my,
signs,
alive!
Frankenstein!
Tyga,
I'm,
Einstein,
crimes,
guy,
I'm them angels tired,
My talk,
like 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 is Gator
All the room, I be gettin' that paper,
Boy oh boy, I to spin this,
chick, and the tin it,
then I it,
I for that spinach,
and it makes you like I'm trippin,' (I'm not)
'Cause you ain't 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 don't you this,
Every that I see,
While my niggas pop in the VIP,
'Cause you 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 take a intermission.
Whoo, tired.
stops]
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 every 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 hurtin' no-one when I put it in the air,
just self-made out of your age,
Tell the to go to bed,
'Cause I don't hear marketing highness,
I cheese when I sing,
Why Z, is your grade of a G?
I'm on tour,
Haters, you where to find me,
Haters, you know to find me,

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

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
Every