Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

We getting over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the on wit it

And don't 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing here

I'm in a new SS and the tag on it
And the pussy niggaz 'cause all the hoes on it
She ask me why I so mean
I said, "The Benz just up to my self-esteem"

Nigga I'm the shit and if I y'all let me think what I think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me when I drink
Nigga think I ain't, no to brag
Man these love Jeezy, they just like my swag
The way I do my
I'm just a young ghetto wit a big ass chain

We getting money here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all [Incomprehensible]ain't
up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the on wit it

And don't worry 'bout what the we smokin' over here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' here
Don't worry 'bout who the was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over

Now if you feeling like a pimp dog brush ya shoulders off
You trapping lil' daddy gon' get them off
And I'ma you how to stunt
As as my niggaz roll up these blunts

She said, "She my domineer"
Between me and you I think digging my Beemer
Love the way a nigga spit so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick it

Yeah, put it on me
Matter of tell ya friends put it on me girl
Gangsta we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Goose everywhere

We getting money over here, it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's wrong wit it
If your gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it

And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we over here
Don't worry 'bout what the we drankin' over here
worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry how the fuck we dancing over here

I gotta a stable full of and a trap full of dealers
A house full of bloods and a click of killers
I'm on the streets with a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a from a cold gat

We posted up on a black like a light
Watching the money making sure I eat right
Dollar for and dime for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, grind for grind

We got them nines in them
Even them old things grinding on hash
Folding for doe mane and we all in the dope game, and selling
You buying and telling, but what is my niggaz yelling

We getting money over here, what it do
See ya boys looking but y'all lame ain't
up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your gon' nigga be the fuck on wit it

And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' here
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we over here
Don't 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over