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

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

Mack God Rap Genie, you see me
Up in game ever since you was a lame
train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin' on a dollar
From across the water, your daughter

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

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

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

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

Now who's that nigga got bitches lookin' silly?
(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 grave for the mark check his
The game about to big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

Keep your mind off them bitches, on your riches
If it give it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and pictures, now
I'm livin' in a zone, and I'm still bumpin'
Call me in the clutch, ain't lost my

Nigga what? On the
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 puttin' cash ass, each and every motherfuckin' day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know you love us)

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

Get your ass up and go to work, 'cause you
On payday, nigga that gon' hurt
Fuckin' a skirt instead of handlin' your bizness
dude, now you got to make 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 fuckin' on dum dums
Find one with ass and some income

Who wanna win? Who spin?
Who wanna make, eight?
(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 ass, each and every day
Go ahead let the players
(The hustlers we some makin' motherfuckers)
(I know you love us)

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

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

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

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