Luyện nghe bài hát Get'cha Some

You want my shoes? You want my shirt? My jewels too,

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

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 fresh
I'm rich, bitch, see the shit this cash get

You afford the price, so why the hell would you ask it?
These faggots tried to it, get their ass in a casket
Ya love me, she admire the fashion, &
I call her girl, just 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, and Gabbana mama
Gotta lot o mama, Fendi 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, like my dick or sum
I make more than meet,
My nigga Big me it was bout the Benji's
I'm in the limelight, til the point my skin
livin' my dreams, til the point you pinch me
to me

FRESH, fresh like I'm wrapped in
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 shit this cash get
you need to
Go n getcha some, go go n some (x4)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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