Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

We getting money here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame tipping
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' over
Don't worry what the fuck we drankin' over 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 hating 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 ain't let me think what I think
Matter of tell the waitress let me drink when I drink
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 money over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya looking but y'all [Incomprehensible]ain't tipping
Hold up, a, it's some wrong wit it
If money gon' nigga be the fuck 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 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the we dancing over here

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

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

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

We getting money here, what it do pimpin'
See ya looking but y'all lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's 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 the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 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 click of killers
I'm heavy on the streets with a rep as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a heat a cold gat

We posted up on a black a street light
Watching the money making sure 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 them
Folding for doe mane and we all in the dope game, buying and
You buying and telling, but what is my niggaz yelling

We getting money over here, it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but lame ain't tipping
up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money nigga be the fuck 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 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we over here