Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

Be you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the phone got the Federal
I'm serious! I don't a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, bring his ass 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 me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, your daughter

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

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

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

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

Now that nigga got these bitches lookin' silly?
(Me)
I'm the Big for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a year's
(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 them bitches, eyes on your
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 bumpin'
Call me in the clutch, ain't my touch

Nigga what? On the
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it
as a Corleone
(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 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 that you us)

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

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

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

Who wanna Who wanna spin?
Who make, twenty-five eight?
(Me)
Ice the great 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 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' over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players
(The we some money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know, I know that you us)

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

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

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