Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Some

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

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

FRESH, like I'm wrapped in plastic
Polo, Louis to Gucci, like that's one 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 snatch it, get ass in a casket
Ya honey me, she admire the fashion, &
I call her baby girl, like her dad did
100s on my paper like a smart ass class kid
Because I'm on top my rap, an ad lib
And you should holler mama, Dolce and mama
Gotta whole lot o mama, and a Prada
So you to
Go n some', go go n getcha some (x2)

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

FRESH, like I'm wrapped 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)

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

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

These really thinkin, that they 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 them
But not the white on whites, forget the tags
'Cause I get I like, & you're girl lookin' for me
she like the pipe, ya digg

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

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

Pose for the hoes might wanna take a pic or somethin
Hop up in the they might wanna let me stick em some
The rag 'round my neck the outfit
I'm out with brawds you be from your couches
But Imma need money power
Find a piece 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, like that's one bastard
I'm rich, bitch, see the that this cash get
Well you to
Go n some, go go n getcha some (x4)