Luyện nghe bài hát Get Over Here

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

Yankee up north dirty south, Yankee
Uh, it where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, on

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

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

I'm a fly soldier
Thought I ya, wack cats is gon' be over
I'm a supernova, controller, anything I get I hold up
I'm a supernova, controller, anything I get I hold up

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

And if you for me
You can catch me in my
Just doing my thing, got the ring
Don't get it

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

You better have game, you better come
Ya Nicolette, don't like lame cats
Tell me what you think that, let's go

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

In your club with your girls, I'm in here with my
Won't your girls 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 rocking
I'm suppose to roast 'em
With bar I'm dropping

Every time I they copping
Every single I lay is locking
You a hater, boy, stop plotting
be your blood we mopping

Talk about that flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor
Lyrically I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that
jet black like Darth Vader, hopping 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 from the like giddy up
How I run, you like my son
I blow the whole god damn up

that long white milky Bentley
Like I just Diddy up
about that while you doubt that
You a mac, you can't 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, pocket
Rock and
catching coals in they colon

Love that you made money, 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 with your girls, I'm in here with my mans
Won't girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over
Ho, get over here, get here

What up y'all, y'all us
the party ain't I'll til we show up
Once we hit the scene, the chicks go
if I intervene, ma but so what

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

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

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

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

We hot like June, drop real soon
Let 'em know Queens in the house
We jam ride to the north to the side
I'm a young back, just shut mouth

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

now, people love 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 real fast, bed 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 today but not tomorrow
the life of a superstar
Wanna be involved, better be
Ticky got women everywhere

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

Baby true, got enough bread
Switch to the truck, nothing said
Kid don't play, just do
That's what it is, when I from Queens

Do my lean, big truck
Coming through I'm moving that stuff
I just get checks, just get
Girls I'm afraid, running round nake

go back to the grind
Back to the tracks, back to the
Burn a haze, I let my rhyme

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

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