Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

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

And don't worry what the fuck we smokin' over here
Don't 'bout what the fuck we drankin' over here
Don't worry 'bout who the was standing 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 niggaz 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 think what I
Matter of fact tell the waitress let me drink when I
think 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 ghetto wit a big ass chain

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

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

Now if you feeling like a pimp dog gon' ya shoulders off
You lil' daddy gon' get them boulders off
And teach you how to stunt
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 lil' nigga so slick
Plus she heard I gotta big dick it

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

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

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

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

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

We got them nines in them
Even them old things grinding on 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 lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah it's wrong wit it
If your money gon' be the fuck on wit it

And worry 'bout what the fuck we smokin' over here
worry 'bout 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