Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

Be you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
on the phone got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I give a fuck where he is
him out the factory, bring his ass back to me
How the fuck you think I got the Bossalini?
(Punk)

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

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

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

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

We puttin' over 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 these lookin' silly?
(Me)
I'm the Big for rilly, the real dilly
You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a supply
(Yup)

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

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

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

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

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

I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin' over finance
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 bankin' for a penny
Stop fuckin' on them dum
one with some ass and some income

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

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

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

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

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

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough
For
(Never fuck a nigga)
For She ain't gon' love you
If you ain't got no fool
(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 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)
ass over cash