Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

We getting over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame 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 fuck was over here
Don't worry how the fuck we dancing over 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 just boosted up to my self-esteem"

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

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

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

Now if you feeling like a pimp dog gon' ya shoulders off
You lil' daddy gon' get them boulders off
And teach you how to stunt
As soon as my roll up these blunts

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

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

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

And don't worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over
Don't worry 'bout what the fuck we over here
Don't '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 full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep long as old
I hit a hater wit a heat from a gat

We posted up on a black a street light
Watching the money move making I eat right
Dollar for dollar and for dime
We out here hustle for hustle, nigga grind for

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

We getting money over here, it do pimpin'
See ya boys but y'all lame ain't 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 smokin' over
Don't 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over
Don't worry 'bout how the we dancing over here