Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

Be gone you fuckin' peon, got the Don
Talkin' on the phone got the Federal
I'm serious! I give a fuck where he is
Snatch him out the factory, his ass back 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 make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
across the water, watch your daughter

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

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

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

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

Now who's that got these bitches lookin' silly?
(Me)
I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real
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
grave for the mark check his heart
The game to start big thangs automatic Pu Tang
(Automatic)

Keep your mind off bitches, eyes on your riches
If it twitches give it
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and pictures, now
I'm in a two-point zone, and I'm still bumpin'
Call me in the clutch, lost my touch

Nigga what? On the
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 puttin' cash ass, each and every motherfuckin' day
Go on let the players
(The hustlers we money makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you 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 ass up and go to work, 'cause you know
On payday, nigga shit gon' 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 never see her and me, over currency

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

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

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

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

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

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