Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

Whassup dog?
I got bitch ass nigga 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 mother fuckin' thang
Tellin' this bitch all my fuckin' business
Puttin ass over everyday
Nigga that, this Westside

Be gone you fuckin' peon, got the Don
Talkin' on the got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I don't a fuck where he is
him out the factory, bring 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 game ever you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, I rule
You make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From the water, watch your daughter

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keep mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and 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 it in the video, bitch, I can drive it home
as a Corleone
(Tight)
You got to get your own, get on, now

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

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

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

I'm suspicious, of any puttin' fuck over finance
'Specially fuckin' up my
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 broke bitches and you like for a penny
fuckin' on them dum dums
Find one with some ass and some

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

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

We puttin' over ass, each and every day
Go let the players play
(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 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 you love us)

Never put that hoe, in of that 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, 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