Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

Man I got this nigga transcripts, and every fuckin' thang
Tellin' this bitch all my fuckin' business
Puttin ass over cash
Nigga fuck that, 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 fuck you think I got the Bossalini?
(Punk)

God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever you was a lame
train at my school, nigga I rule
You never make me holla, smokin' on a dollar
From across the water, your daughter

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

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

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

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

Now who's nigga got these 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 Park
Shallow grave for the mark his heart
The game about to start big automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

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

what? On the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can it home
Tight as a
(Tight)
You got to get own, baby get on, now

We puttin' cash over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we money makin' motherfuckers)
(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)

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

I'm suspicious, of any motherfucker puttin' fuck over
'Specially up my plans
I'm the boss, I can be
But you'll see her and me, over currency

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

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

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

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

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

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

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