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, going 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, room in my shopping cart,
But no piece of meat can 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 them 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 to spin this,
chick, and the tin it,
then I it,
I for that spinach,
and it you feel 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 you forget this,
dollar that I see,
While my niggas pop in the VIP,
you don't 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 have to take a quick intermission.
Whoo, tired.
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it back.
[Music

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,
When it get here going crazy,
Like the ten-thousand-aire,
I ain't hurtin' when I put it in the air,
Them self-made out of your age,
the old-head to go to bed,
'Cause I hear your marketing highness,
I cheese when I sing,
Why Z, is your grade of a G?
I'm on tour,
Haters, you know to find me,
Haters, you know to find me,

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

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
dollar