Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

We getting money over here, what it do
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 we smokin' over here
worry 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the 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 looked so
I said, "The Benz boosted up to my self-esteem"

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

We getting money over here, it do pimpin'
See ya boys but y'all [Incomprehensible]ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah 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' over
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over

Now if you feeling like a dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
You trapping lil' daddy 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' nigga spit so
Plus she I gotta big dick that's it

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

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

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

I gotta a full of hoes 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 as old Nash
I hit a wit a heat from a cold gat

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

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

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

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