Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

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

God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I
You never make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen
across the water, watch your daughter

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

Money makin' mo' money
(Ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes
need no honey, that's right
'Cause I'm thinkin' with my big head, what my dick said

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

We puttin' cash ass, each and every 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 dilly
You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a supply
(Yup)

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

Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on riches
If it twitches give it
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 own, baby get on, now

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

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

Get your ass up and go to work, you know
On payday, nigga that gon' hurt
Fuckin' with a skirt 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

Givin' you the degree, 'cause you got
Too broke bitches and you like bankin' for a penny
fuckin' on them dum dums
Find one with some ass and income

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

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

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

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

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

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

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