Luyện nghe bài hát Get Over Here

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

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

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

Who you know a flow so loco
On a dirty track 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 fly soldier
Thought I told ya, wack 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

it back up to the N.Y.
Show 'em how we do, we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I '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 bling
Don't get it

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

You better have game, you better come
Ya Girl Nicolette, don't 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 here

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

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

Every time I they copping
single line I lay is locking
You a hater, boy, stop plotting
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 been a operator

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

Inside that long white milky
I just picked Diddy up
Think about that while you doubt
You a fake mac, you count that

Hop all off then I bounce
Got 'em looking a wolf pack
I'm where them Goat, Goat, shout that
Ask P, I'm bout that

know I'm holding
In the party, swollen
and rolling
Competition coals in they colon

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

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

What up y'all, y'all us
Know the party I'll til we show up
Once we hit the scene, the go nuts
Sorry if I intervene, ma but so

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

Yeah, we in the just chilling, B, yeah, baby feeling me
Feel like a barbecue, shorty grilling me up
In the club stacks where 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 what it do, get the get you, and it move
The body to the tune, yessir
DJ let it in the room
Shit's just there and now your boy here

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

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

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

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

Work it all night, this ain't no
You gonna be scarred, I'm a that weave
Now you drive, it's too much speed
Just sit and enjoy that breeze

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

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

Baby come true, got enough
to the truck, nothing more said
Kid play, just do clean
That's what it is, I come from Queens

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

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

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

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