Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

We getting money over here, what it do
See ya looking but y'all lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, 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 'bout what the fuck we over here
Don't worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing 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 looked so
I said, "The Benz just up to my self-esteem"

Nigga I'm the shit and if I 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 need to
Man these hoes Jeezy, they just like my swag
The way I do my
I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass

We getting over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but y'all [Incomprehensible]ain't
Hold up, a, yeah it's some 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 'bout what the fuck we drankin' here
Don't 'bout who the fuck was standing over here
Don't worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over

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

She said, "She my domineer"
Between me and you I think digging my Beemer
Love the way a lil' nigga spit so
Plus she heard I 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 over here, 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' be the fuck on wit it

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

I gotta a stable full of hoes and a 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 from a cold gat

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

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

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

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