Luyện nghe bài hát Get Over Here

Ain't as hot as us
East side, west side, side, south side
Let's ride, uh, the is now taking over the building
It's for some of that ol', that good ol'

up north dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, on

I be that, who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, all day, yeah, her
Nicolette on the track, fact, bring it back
me what you think about her

Who you know with a flow so
On a south track from the N.Y. though
I be on it, I be on it, y'all don't really want it
Y'all don't want it, y'all fronting, homeboy
Then up off me

I'm a young fly
I told ya, wack cats is gon' be over
I'm a supernova, controller, that I get I hold up
I'm a supernova, controller, anything I get I hold up

Take it up to the N.Y.
Show 'em how we do, we do and why
Keep in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but still all good

And if you for me
You can catch me in my
Just doing my thing, got the ring
get it misunderstood

Nicolette, LL, on the same
it back, tell me what you, think about that
Boys to holla but I ain't having that

You better game, you better come correct
Ya Girl Nicolette, don't like lame
Tell me what you about that, let's go

Love you made money, really don't matter
If I see her from a far, this what I at her
Hey, over there, there
Ho, get here, get over here

In your club your girls, I'm in here with my mans
Won't your meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, there
Ho, get over here, get here

Got to get it
The track is knocking, the Bentley's
I'm suppose to roast 'em
With every bar I'm

Every I drop they copping
Every line I lay is locking
You a hater, boy, stop plotting
It'll be blood we mopping

Talk about that major flavor, keyed up, cut a razor
Lyrically I stake and bake ya, you can see I get paper
Wear jet black like Darth Vader, out on playa haters
It's in my n-n-nature, been a smoother operator

it up, hit it up, get it up, let it up
Your girl the back like giddy up
How come I run, you my son
I blow the god damn city up

Inside that long white Bentley
Like I just Diddy up
Think about that while you that
You a fake mac, you count that

Hop all off I bounce back
Got 'em looking a pack outback
I'm from them Goat, Goat, shout that
Ask Master P, I'm bout

Everybody I'm holding
In the party, swollen
Rock and
catching coals in they colon

Love that you made money, don't matter
If I see her a far, this what I yell at her
Hey, over there, over
Ho, get here, get over here

In your club with your girls, I'm in here my mans
Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be
Hey, over there, over
Ho, get over here, get here

What up y'all, know us
Know the party ain't I'll til we up
we hit the scene, the chicks go nuts
Sorry if I intervene, ma but so

Pour more cups of the drink, cups of the guz
Til I'm all drunk in the place, burn the kush to the
Making the dudes hate
we them new dudes in the state

Yeah, we in the just chilling, B, yeah, baby feeling me
like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up
In the club doing stacks a ceiling be

Do it well, ask LL dog me
Dudes not feeling me, we walked in the door
Looking flyer than airplanes, it's not the floor

It do it do, get the flow get you, and it move
The body move to the tune,
DJ let it boom in the
Shit's there like and now your boy here

We hot like June, gon' drop real
Let 'em know that Queens in the
We jam from to the north to the side
I'm a young back, shut your mouth

Shut mouth, turn it around
Shake a bit, drop down to the ground
Most of the time, don't or pound
Before we it but be popping now

Popping now, people us when we dropping the sound
Come to your hood, we be rocking town
Go to the we rocking the crowd
Get by the thou', wow

Come on and roll with the kid, to the crib
Car fast, bed real big
Just that, I'm a get them stacks
Got 'em screaming out, my neck, my

Work it all night, ain't no tease
You be scarred, I'm a sweat that weave
Now you can't drive, it's too much
sit back and enjoy that breeze

In the whip today but not
That's the of a superstar
be involved, better be aware
Ticky got women everywhere

Do it on the floor, to the chair
Do it on the beat, please, to stare
Got you on the beach, you out
Got your girl screaming that it ain't that

come true, got enough bread
Switch to the truck, nothing said
Kid play, just do clean
what it is, when I come from Queens

Do my lean, big black
Coming through like I'm that stuff
I just get checks, just get
Girls I'm afraid, running butt nake

Gotta go back to the
Back to the tracks, to the rhymes
Burn a little haze, I let my

Love that you made money, really matter
If I see her from a far, what I yell at her
Hey, there, over there
Ho, get over here, get here

In your club with your girls, I'm in here my mans
Won't your meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over