Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

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

I'm in a new SS and the tag on it
And the pussy hating 'cause all the hoes on it
She ask me why I looked so
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 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 just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass

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

And don't worry what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't worry 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

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

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

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

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

And don't 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing 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 long as old
I hit a hater wit a heat a cold gat

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

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

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

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