Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

We money over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's some wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the 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 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we 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 Benz just up to my self-esteem"

Nigga I'm the shit and if I ain't y'all let me what I think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink I drink
Nigga 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 nigga wit a big ass chain

We getting over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all tipping
Hold up, a, yeah some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the on wit it

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

Now if you feeling like a dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
You trapping lil' gon' get them boulders off
And teach you how to stunt
As soon as my niggaz roll up blunts

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

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

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

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

I a stable full of hoes and a trap full of dealers
A house full of and a click full of killers
I'm heavy on the streets a rep long as old Nash
I hit a hater wit a from a cold gat

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

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

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

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