Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

Be you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
Talkin' on the phone got the curious
I'm serious! I don't give a fuck 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 game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, I rule
You never make me holla, on a fifteen dollar
across the water, watch your daughter

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

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

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

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

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

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

your mind off them bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it
If it or switches, fuck and take pictures, now
I'm in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin'
Call me in the clutch, ain't 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 your own, get on, now

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

Get your ass up and go to work, you know
On payday, nigga that gon' 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 never see her and me, over currency

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

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

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

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

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