Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

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

God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this ever 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
While you vermin', smokin'
I'm somethin' German
(Bitch)

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

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

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

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

You want 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 automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

Keep mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches it stitches
If it jiggles or switches, and take pictures, now
I'm livin' in a two-point zone, and I'm still
me in the clutch, ain't lost my touch

Nigga On the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can it home
as a Corleone
(Tight)
You got to get your own, get on, now

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

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

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

Givin' you the third degree, you got
Too many broke bitches and you like bankin' for a
Stop fuckin' on them dum
Find one some 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, and every goddamn day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we some money motherfuckers)
(I know you love us)
(Fuck)

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

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

Never put hoe, in front of that dough nigga
For
(Never a bitch nigga)
For what? She ain't gon' 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 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