Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

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

Mack God Rap Genie, you see me
Up in this game ever you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I
You make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From the water, watch your daughter

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

Money earnin' mo' money
(Ching ching)
Enemies so funny, with they clothes bummy
Don't no honey, that's right
'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, what my dick said

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

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

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

You must to die, don't get the lye
After dark up at Park
Shallow for the mark check his heart
The game about to start big thangs automatic Pu
(Automatic)

Keep your mind off them bitches, on your riches
If it twitches give it
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 what? On the
If I it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
Tight as a
(Tight)
You got to get own, baby get on, now

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

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

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

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

Givin' you the 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 some

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

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

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

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

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

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough
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 y'all
(Never ass cash nigga)
scrilla y'all
(We greedy)

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