Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

We getting over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all ain't tipping
up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your gon' nigga 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 '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 '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 and if I ain't y'all let me think what I think
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink when I
Nigga think I ain't, no to brag
Man these hoes Jeezy, they just like my swag
The way I do my
I'm a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain

We getting money over here, what it do
See ya boys looking but y'all [Incomprehensible]ain't
Hold up, a, yeah it's wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the 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 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here

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

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

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

We getting over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all lame tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's wrong wit it
If your money nigga be the fuck 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 'bout how the fuck we over here

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

We posted up on a black like a street
Watching the move making sure I eat right
for dollar and dime for dime
We out here for hustle, nigga grind for grind

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

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