Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

Whassup Cube
I got this bitch ass right here
Y'know, fuckin' with tramp ass bitch
Puttin' her before the scrill' all the time, ya

Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every fuckin' thang
Tellin' this bitch all my fuckin' business
Puttin ass over everyday
Nigga that, this Westside

Be gone you fuckin' peon, got the Don
Talkin' on the phone got the curious
I'm serious! I don't give a fuck he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass to me
How the fuck you think I got the Bossalini?
(Punk)

God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in game ever since you was a lame
Y'all at my school, nigga I rule
You never me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
across the water, watch your daughter

She might catch the Holy Ghost from this rap
While you vermin', Sherman
I'm rollin' somethin'
(Bitch)

Money earnin' makin' mo'
(Ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with clothes bummy
Don't need no honey, right
'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, fuck what my dick

We cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the play
(The hustlers we some makin' motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)

We puttin' cash ass, each and every day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you us)

Now who's that nigga got these lookin' silly?
(Me)
I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real
You can ask Phillie I got a year's supply
(Yup)

You want to die, don't get the lye
dark up at Griffith Park
Shallow grave for the check his heart
The about to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

Keep your mind off them bitches, on your riches
If it twitches it stitches
If it or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I'm livin' in a two-point zone, and I'm still
me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch

Nigga On the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it
Tight as a
(Tight)
You got to get own, baby get on, now

We cash over ass, each and every motherfuckin' day
Go on let the play
(The we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I know you love us)

Get your ass up and go to work, 'cause you
On payday, nigga that shit hurt
Fuckin' with a skirt of handlin' your bizness
Rich dude, now you got to three wishes

I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin' fuck over
'Specially up my plans
I'm the boss, I can be
But never see her and me, over currency

Givin' you the third degree, you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin' for a
Stop on them dum dums
Find one with some ass and income

Who win? Who wanna spin?
Who wanna make, twenty-five
(Me)
Ice Cube the great pushin' rhymes like

We puttin' cash over ass, each and goddamn day
Go on let the play
(The we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)
(Fuck)

We puttin' cash over ass, and every day
Go ahead let the play
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I know that you us)

We puttin' cash over ass, each and day
Go on let the play
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I know, I know that you us)

We puttin' over ass, each and every day
Go on let the play
(The hustlers we some makin' motherfuckers)
(I know you love us)

Never put that hoe, in front of that nigga
For
(Never a bitch nigga)
For She ain't gon' love you
If you got no dough fool
(Bitch with me got to be workin')
(Gettin' yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta come up, scrilla scrilla
(Never ass over nigga)
Scrilla scrilla
(We greedy)

Cha
(She can get some CD's, some keys)
Cha
(Ha ha ha, the bitches shake they titties)
Cha ching, cha
(Over my knee)
Cha-ching,
(Never ass cash)
Never ass cash