Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

Be you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
on the phone got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I don't give a 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, I rule
You never make me holla, smokin' on a dollar
across the water, watch your daughter

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

Money earnin' makin' mo'
(Ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they bummy
need no honey, that's right
'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, fuck what my dick

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

We puttin' cash ass, each and every day
Go on let the play
(The we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I that you love 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 dark up at Park
grave for the mark check his heart
The game to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

Keep mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches 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, ain't lost my

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 players
(The hustlers we money makin' motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)

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

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

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

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

Who wanna win? Who wanna
Who wanna make, eight?
(Me)
Ice Cube the pushin' rhymes like weight

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

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

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

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

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