Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

Whassup dog?
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 transcripts, and every mother fuckin' thang
Tellin' this bitch all my mother business
Puttin ass over cash
Nigga fuck that, Westside

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

God Rap Genie, you can't see me
Up in this game ever since you was a
Y'all at my school, nigga I rule
You make me holla, smokin' on a fifteen dollar
From across the water, your daughter

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

Money makin' mo' money
(Ching ching)
look so funny, with they clothes bummy
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 players
(The hustlers we some makin' motherfuckers)
(I know that you us)

We puttin' 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 nigga got these bitches lookin' silly?
(Me)
I'm the Big Willie for rilly, the real
You can ask Phillie 'cause I got a supply
(Yup)

You must want to die, get the lye
After dark up at Park
grave for the mark 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 give it
If it jiggles or switches, fuck and 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 drive it
Tight as a
(Tight)
You got to get own, baby get on, now

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

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

Get your ass up and go to work, 'cause you
On payday, nigga that gon' hurt
Fuckin' with a skirt instead of your bizness
dude, now you got to make 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, currency

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

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

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

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

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

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