Luyện nghe bài hát Gettin' Gettin'

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

Hey, hey, what's going on in the 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 in my shopping cart,
But no of meat 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 make them 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 My name is Gator
All the room, I be gettin' that paper,
Boy oh boy, I to spin this,
chick, and the tin it,
I kicked it,
I pa-poo-pa-pa for spinach,
and it makes you feel I'm trippin,' (I'm not)
you ain't 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 don't you this,
dollar that I see,
While my niggas pop in the VIP,
'Cause you know no better,
But to get cheddar,
Hauntin' day,
Yeah, forever
Money, money, money,
Yeah, my schedule,
You too cheap,
You talk to

Gettin,' gettin,'
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day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
day,
I'm,
Gettin,' gettin,'
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The is not over.
We just have to take a 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 every dollar,
I could do it with closed,
And I'm waiting on this to come,
When it get here motherfuckers crazy,
the thousand-year ten-thousand-aire,
I ain't hurtin' no-one I put it in the air,
just self-made out of your age,
Tell the 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 where to me,
Haters, you where to find me,

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

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
Every