Luyện nghe bài hát Get Over Here

Ain't as hot as us
East side, west side, side, south side
Let's ride, uh, the Goat is now over the building
It's time for some of that ol', good ol'

Yankee up north south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, on

I be that, who straight pop from the N.Y.
my thing, all day, yeah, it's her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it
Tell me what you think her

Who you with a flow so loco
On a south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, y'all cats really want it
Y'all don't it, y'all just fronting, homeboy
back up off me

I'm a fly soldier
I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over
I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I up
I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I up

it back up to the N.Y.
Show 'em how we do, we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters but it's still all good

And if you for me
You can catch me in my
Just doing my thing, got the ring
get it misunderstood

Nicolette, LL, on the track
Bring it back, tell me what you, about that
tryin' to holla but I ain't having that

You better have game, you better come
Ya Girl Nicolette, like lame cats
Tell me you think about that, let's go

that you made money, really don't matter
If I see her from a far, this what I at her
Hey, there, over there
Ho, get over here, get here

In your club with girls, I'm in here with my mans
Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be
Hey, there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over

Got to get it
The is knocking, the Bentley's rocking
Overdose I'm to roast 'em
With every bar I'm

Every time I they copping
Every single I lay is locking
You a hater, boy, stop plotting
It'll be your blood we

Talk about that major flavor, up, cut like a razor
I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper
Wear jet black Darth Vader, hopping out on playa haters
in my n-n-nature, never been a smoother operator

it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up
Your girl from the back like up
How come I run, you my son
I blow the whole god damn up

Inside that white milky Bentley
Like I just Diddy up
about that while you doubt that
You a fake mac, you can't count

Hop all off then I back
Got 'em looking a wolf outback
I'm from where them Goat, Goat, shout
Ask Master P, I'm that

Everybody I'm holding
In the party, swollen
Rock and
Competition coals in they colon

that you made money, really don't matter
If I see her from a far, what I yell at her
Hey, over there, there
Ho, get here, get over here

In your club with girls, I'm in here with my mans
Won't your meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over
Ho, get here, get over here

What up y'all, y'all us
Know the party ain't I'll til we up
we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts
Sorry if I intervene, ma but so

Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz
Til I'm all drunk in the place, burn the to the face
Making the dudes wanna
'Cause we them new in the state

Yeah, we in the just chilling, B, yeah, baby feeling me
Feel like a barbecue, shorty grilling me up
In the club doing stacks where a be

Do it well, ask LL dog me
not feeling me, because we walked in the door
Looking than airplanes, it's not touching the floor

It do what it do, get the flow get you, and it
The body to the tune, yessir
DJ let it in the room
Shit's there like and now your boy here

We hot like June, gon' drop soon
Let 'em know Queens in the house
We jam ride from to the to the side
I'm a back, just shut your mouth

your mouth, turn it around
Shake a bit, drop down to the ground
Most of the time, stop or pound
Before we it but be popping now

Popping now, love us when we dropping the sound
Come to your hood, we be rocking your
Go to the show we rocking the
Get by the thou', wow

Come on and roll with the kid, back to the
Car fast, bed real big
Just that, I'm a get them stacks
Got 'em screaming out, my neck, my

it all night, this ain't no tease
You be scarred, I'm a sweat that weave
Now you can't drive, too much speed
Just sit back and that breeze

In the whip but not tomorrow
That's the life of a
Wanna be involved, better be
Ticky Diamondz got everywhere

Do it on the floor, stairs to the
Do it on the beat, please, hands to
Got you on the beach, you out
Got your screaming that it ain't that fair

come true, got enough bread
Switch to the truck, nothing more
Kid play, just do clean
That's what it is, I come from Queens

Do my lean, big truck
through like I'm moving that stuff
I just get checks, get neck
Girls I'm afraid, running butt nake

go back to the grind
Back to the tracks, to the rhymes
a little haze, I let my rhyme

Love that you made money, really matter
If I see her from a far, what I yell at her
Hey, there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over

In your club with your girls, I'm in here with my
Won't your meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over
Ho, get here, get over here