Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

Be gone you fuckin' peon, got the Don
on the phone got the Federal curious
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)

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

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

Money earnin' makin' mo'
(Ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with clothes bummy
Don't no honey, that's right
'Cause I'm thinkin' 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 that you love us)

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

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

You want to die, don't get the lye
After dark up at Park
Shallow grave for the mark his heart
The game to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

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

Nigga what? On the
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 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 money makin' motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)

Get your ass up and go to work, 'cause you
On payday, nigga shit gon' hurt
Fuckin' a skirt instead of handlin' your bizness
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

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

Who wanna win? Who wanna
Who make, twenty-five eight?
(Me)
Ice Cube the great 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 puttin' over ass, each and every day
Go ahead let the play
(The hustlers we money makin' motherfuckers)
(I that you love us)

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

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

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

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