Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Some

You want my You want my shirt? My jewels too, n-gga?

you need to
Go n getcha some, go go n getcha (x4)

FRESH, like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, that's one fresh jacket
lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the that this cash get

You can't afford the price, so why the would you ask it?
These faggots tried to it, get their ass in a casket
Ya honey me, she admire the fashion, &
I call her baby girl, like her dad did
There's 100s on my paper like a smart ass kid
I'm on top my rap, like an ad lib
And you should holler mama, Dolce and Gabbana
Gotta whole lot o mama, and a Prada
So you to
Go n getcha some', go go n some (x2)

But to get boy, you got to be rich, or sum
& my attire, hard, hard like my or sum
I make than ends meet,
My nigga Big told me it was bout the
I'm in the limelight, til the my skin green
my dreams, til the point you should pinch me
to me

FRESH, fresh I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, that's one fresh jacket
They lookin' at a n-gga, like that's one bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that cash get
you need to
Go n some, go go n getcha some (x4)

If I told you where to get it, you n-ggas still wouldn't it
just to pronounce it, you add an accent
& they askin can they call me grocery store, cuz my pockets of paper and plastic
man, you not avoiding my Asian,
excuse the lil' Ape in ya face, it stays
& the heat blaze on high beams, you scream, I scream
for some ass ice cream

you need to
go n some, go go n getcha some (x2)

These brawds really thinkin, that gon get em' sum,
so try to take care of me, like I'm sick or sum
There's some things, I don't like, I love Nikes
But not the on whites, forget the price tags
'Cause I get what I like, & you're lookin' for me
Because she like the pipe, ya

FRESH, fresh like I'm in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one jacket
They at a n-gga, like that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the that this cash get
Well you to
Go n some, go go n getcha some (x4)

The fabric on my ass is and its sad n
You think you could this fabric
it comes to the hoes all the man like shaft this
Cuz I'm clean cut and them like baggage
Atheists turn Christian when I my True Religions
It's real when I'm rockin pastel
These n-ggas wonder what they have on me
I'm stickin to my roots LRG
So you to
go n getcha some, go go n getcha (x2)

Pose for the hoes they might take a pic or somethin
Hop up in the ride might wanna let me stick em some
The rag 'round my neck the outfit
I'm out with you be watchin from your couches
But Imma need money respect
Find a little of Jesus and I threw em round my neck that's

FRESH, fresh like I'm in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one jacket
They lookin' at a n-gga, that's one fresh bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the shit that this get
Well you to
Go n getcha some, go go n some (x4)