Luyện nghe bài hát Get Over Here

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

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

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

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

I'm a young fly
Thought I told ya, cats is gon' be over
I'm a supernova, controller, anything I get I hold up
I'm a supernova, controller, that I get I hold up

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

And if you for me
You can catch me in my
doing my thing, got the ring bling
Don't get it

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

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

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

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

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

Talk that 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, hopping out on haters
It's in my n-n-nature, never been a operator

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shut mouth, turn it around
Shake a little bit, down to the ground
Most of the time, don't stop or
we wasn't it but be popping now

Popping now, people love us when we dropping the
to your hood, we be rocking your town
Go to the we rocking the crowd
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

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

In the whip but not tomorrow
That's the of a superstar
Wanna be involved, be aware
Ticky got women everywhere

Do it on the floor, to the chair
Do it on the beat, please, to stare
Got you on the beach, you out
Got your girl screaming that it that fair

Baby come true, got bread
Switch to the truck, more said
Kid don't play, just do
That's what it is, when I come Queens

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

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

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

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