Luyện nghe bài hát Over Here

We getting money over here, what it do
See ya boys looking but lame ain't tipping
Hold up, a, yeah some wrong wit it
If your money gon' nigga be the 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 worry 'bout who the fuck was standing over
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 hating 'cause all the 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 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 a young ghetto nigga 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, it's some 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 what 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

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

She said, "She my domineer"
Between me and you I she's digging my Beemer
Love the way a nigga spit so slick
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', Goose everywhere

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

And worry '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 standing here
worry 'bout how the fuck we dancing over here

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

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

We got them nines in them
Even them old 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 over here, what it do pimpin'
See ya boys looking but lame ain't tipping
up, a, yeah it's some wrong wit it
If your money gon' be the fuck on wit it

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