Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

Whassup Cube
I got this bitch ass nigga right
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 thang
Tellin' this bitch all my mother business
ass over cash everyday
Nigga fuck that, this

Be you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the phone got the Federal
I'm serious! I don't give a where he is
Snatch him out the factory, his ass back to me
How the you think I got the name Bossalini?
(Punk)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keep your mind off them bitches, eyes on riches
If it twitches give it
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, lost my touch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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