Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

Be gone you peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the 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 I got the name Bossalini?
(Punk)

Mack God Rap Genie, you see me
Up in this game since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I
You never make me holla, smokin' on a dollar
From across the water, watch your

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

earnin' makin' mo' money
(Ching ching)
Enemies look so funny, with they clothes
Don't need no honey, that's
'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 money motherfuckers)
(I know that you us)

We puttin' cash over ass, and every day
Go on let the play
(The hustlers we money 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 must to die, don't get the lye
After dark up at Griffith
Shallow grave for the check his heart
The game about to start big automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

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

Nigga On the microphone
If I drove it in the video, bitch, I can drive it
Tight as a
(Tight)
You got to get your own, get on, now

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

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

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, over

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

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

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

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

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

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

Never put that hoe, in front of that dough
For
(Never fuck a nigga)
For what? She ain't gon' you
If you ain't got no fool
(Bitch with 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 some CD's, some keys)
Cha
(Ha ha ha, make the shake they titties)
Cha ching, cha
(Over my knee)
Cha-ching,
(Never ass cash)
Never ass cash