Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

Be gone you peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I give a fuck where he is
him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck you I got the name Bossalini?
(Punk)

God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I
You make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, watch your

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

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

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

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

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

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

your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and pictures, now
I'm in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin'
Call me in the clutch, lost my touch

Nigga On the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can it home
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 cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players
(The we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)

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

I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker fuck over finance
'Specially fuckin' up my
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 bankin' for a penny
Stop fuckin' on them dum
one with some ass and some income

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

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

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

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

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

Never put hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For
(Never fuck a nigga)
For what? She ain't gon' you
If you got no dough fool
(Bitch fuckin' me got to be workin')
(Gettin' yaknahmsayin?)
Gotta up, scrilla scrilla y'all
(Never ass cash nigga)
scrilla y'all
(We greedy)

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