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 be a better one.

Hey, hey, what's going on in the world
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 room in my cart,
But no piece of can hurt 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 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 is Gator
All around the room, I be gettin' 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)
'Cause you ain't taking the 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,
Every dollar I see,
While my pop bottles 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 to ever

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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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 eyes closed,
And I'm on this check to come,
When it get here motherfuckers crazy,
Like the ten-thousand-aire,
I ain't hurtin' when I put it in the air,
Them just out of your age,
Tell the to go to bed,
'Cause I don't hear your highness,
I hear cheese I sing,
Why Z, is skill grade of a G?
I'm on tour,
Haters, you know where to me,
Haters, you know where to me,

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

Gettin,' gettin,'
Every,
Every