Luyện nghe bài hát Get Over Here

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

Yankee up north dirty south, music
Uh, it where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, on

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

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

I'm a young fly
Thought I told ya, wack cats is gon' be
I'm a supernova, controller, anything I get I hold up
I'm a supernova, controller, anything I get I hold 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 me in my hood
Just doing my thing, got the ring
Don't get it

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

You better have game, you better correct
Ya Girl Nicolette, don't lame cats
Tell me you think about that, let's go

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

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

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

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

Talk about major flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor
Lyrically I stake and ya, you can see I get that paper
Wear jet black like Darth Vader, 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 I run, you like my son
I blow the god damn city up

Inside that long white milky
Like I just picked up
Think that while you doubt that
You a fake mac, you count that

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

know I'm holding
In the party, swollen
and rolling
Competition catching in they colon

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

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

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

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

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

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

It do what it do, get the get you, and it move
The move to the tune, yessir
DJ let it in the room
just there like and now your boy here

We hot like June, drop real soon
Let 'em know that Queens in the
We jam ride from to the north to the
I'm a young back, just your mouth

Shut your mouth, turn it
Shake a bit, drop down to the ground
Most of the time, stop or pound
Before we wasn't it but be 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 with the kid, back to the crib
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 gonna be scarred, I'm a sweat that
Now you can't drive, too much speed
Just sit back and enjoy that

In the whip today but not
That's the of a superstar
be involved, better be aware
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 girl screaming that it ain't that fair

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

Do my lean, big black
Coming through like I'm moving stuff
I just get checks, just get
Girls I'm afraid, running round butt

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

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

In club with your girls, I'm in here with my mans
your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, there, over there
Ho, get here, get over here