Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

Be gone you peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the phone got the Federal
I'm serious! I don't 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
train at my school, nigga I rule
You never me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, your daughter

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

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

We cash over ass, each and every 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 we some 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 dilly
You can ask Phillie I got a year's supply
(Yup)

You must want to die, get the lye
After dark up at Griffith
Shallow for the mark check his heart
The game about to start big automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

Keep your mind off bitches, eyes 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
Call me in the clutch, ain't my touch

what? On the microphone
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' over ass, each and every motherfuckin' day
Go on let the players
(The we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know you love 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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

put that 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 come up, scrilla y'all
(Never ass over nigga)
scrilla y'all
(We greedy)

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