Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

Whassup Cube
I got this bitch ass right here
Y'know, fuckin' this tramp ass bitch
Puttin' her before the scrill' all the time, ya

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

Be you fuckin' peon, got the Don furious
on the phone got the Federal curious
I'm serious! I don't 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 game ever since you was a lame
Y'all train at my school, nigga I
You make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, your daughter

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

earnin' makin' mo' money
(Ching ching)
Enemies so funny, with 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 you love us)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get your ass up and go to work, 'cause you
On payday, nigga shit 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
'Specially 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 and you like bankin' for a penny
Stop fuckin' on them dum
Find one with ass and some income

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

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

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

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

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

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