Luyện nghe bài hát Get Over Here

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

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

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

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

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

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

And if you for me
You can me in my hood
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 to holla but I ain't having that

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

Love that you made money, don't matter
If I see her from a far, this 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
your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over
Ho, get here, get over here

Got to get it
The track is knocking, the rocking
Overdose I'm suppose to 'em
With every bar I'm

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

Talk about that flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor
Lyrically I and bake ya, you can see I get that paper
Wear jet black like Vader, hopping out on playa haters
It's in my n-n-nature, never a smoother operator

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

Inside that long white milky
Like I picked Diddy up
Think about that while you that
You a fake mac, you can't count

Hop all off then I back
Got 'em a wolf pack outback
I'm from where them Goat, Goat, that
Ask Master P, I'm that

know I'm holding
In the party, swollen
Rock and
Competition catching coals in they

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

In your club with your girls, I'm in here my mans
your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over
Ho, get here, get over here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the today but not tomorrow
the life of a superstar
Wanna be involved, 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 fair

Baby come true, got enough
Switch to the truck, more said
Kid don't play, do clean
That's what it is, I come from Queens

Do my lean, big black
Coming through like I'm that stuff
I get checks, just get neck
I'm afraid, running round 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 don't
If I see her from a far, this what I at her
Hey, there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over

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