Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Over

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

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

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

Mack God Rap Genie, you see me
Up in this ever since you was a lame
train 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 Ghost from this rap sermon
While you vermin', smokin'
I'm rollin' somethin'
(Bitch)

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

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

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

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

Keep your mind off 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, 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 own, baby get on, now

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

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

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

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
fuckin' on them dum dums
Find one some ass and some income

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

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

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

We puttin' over ass, each and every day
Go on let the players
(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 what? She ain't love you
If you ain't got no fool
(Bitch fuckin' me got to be workin')
(Gettin' yaknahmsayin?)
come up, scrilla scrilla y'all
(Never ass cash 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)
ass over cash