Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Gettin'

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

Hey, hey, what's on in the world 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
Silver car,
Pick one, plenty 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 thing that I ate,
Oh my my,
signs,
alive!
Frankenstein!
Tyga,
I'm,
Einstein,
crimes,
guy,
I'm make them tired,
My talk,
Baby like 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 pa-poo-pa-pa for spinach,
and it you feel like I'm trippin,' (I'm not)
'Cause you ain't taking the trips I'm trippin,' (I'm here)
No nightmares, is Christmas,
I'll buy you you want, bitch,
Lay off the shit-list,
I'm and gettin,'
And don't you this,
Every dollar 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 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 waiting on check to come,
it get here motherfuckers going crazy,
Like the ten-thousand-aire,
I ain't no-one when I put it in the air,
Them just self-made out of age,
Tell the to go to bed,
'Cause I don't your 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.
This right, man.)

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
Every