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 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here

I'm in a new SS and the tag on it
And the pussy niggaz hating 'cause all the on it
She ask me why I so mean
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 I think
Matter of tell the waitress let me drink when I drink
Nigga I ain't, no need to brag
Man these love Jeezy, they just like my swag
The way I do my
I'm just a young ghetto wit a big ass chain

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

Now if you like a pimp dog gon' brush ya shoulders off
You trapping lil' daddy gon' get them off
And teach 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 tell ya friends put it on me
shit we got dro in the air
Bottles of Crist', Grey everywhere

We getting money over here, what it do
See ya boys but y'all 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 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 worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing here

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

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

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 haters buying and telling, but what is my niggaz

We getting money here, what it do pimpin'
See ya looking but y'all 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 worry 'bout 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
Don't 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here