Luyện nghe bài hát Get Over Here

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

Yankee up north south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't you from, homey
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
on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me 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 cats don't really it
Y'all don't want it, y'all fronting, homeboy
back up off me

I'm a fly soldier
Thought I ya, wack cats is gon' be over
I'm a supernova, controller, that I get I hold up
I'm a supernova, controller, anything that I get I 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 but it's still all good

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

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

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

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

In your club with 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

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

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

Talk about major flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor
Lyrically I and bake ya, you can see I get that paper
Wear jet black like Darth Vader, hopping out on haters
in my n-n-nature, never 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 the whole god damn city up

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

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

Everybody know I'm
In the party, pocket
and rolling
Competition catching coals in they

Love that you made money, 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 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

What up y'all, know us
Know the party ain't til we show up
Once we hit the scene, the go nuts
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 dudes in the

Yeah, we in the club just chilling, B, yeah, baby me
like a barbecue, shorty keep grilling me up
In the club 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 move to the tune, yessir
DJ let it boom in the
Shit's just there like and now your boy

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

Shut your mouth, 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

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

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

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

In the whip but not tomorrow
That's the life of a
Wanna be involved, be aware
Ticky Diamondz got women

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 that it ain't that

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

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

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

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 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, there
Ho, get over here, get here