Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Up

(laugh) its da X man!
Expected by all, competed by
I to all my fans, haters, whatever.. Cash Up
bust it come on... (laugh)

(Chorus)

up
Betchu can't up
up
U can not up to me
on da table
Cash in da

(Verse 1)

Cash up to a killa, yea bills in da
So much money on my mind, dat i cant even
I think im crazy, im almost on da brink
so dirty, I smell it, and it stinks
Looked at my and i found da missin link
it on da ground it da thing went clink
Against the others, but one clack
Polished da problem, got dat
as big, as joe is fat yea
Standin ovations, man im gettin hand
Cuz i on stage, even brighter in da back
The ladies go when i tilt da fitted cap
They stick to me a bowl of tree sap
Gold diggas find me on da map
money on myself, no time for dat
Read my back, it starts wit a K
begun rappin, so i cant afford da jakes
When i hit the mic, its like the whole earth
The can now hear, and da stupid go blind
If ur fake, ur nothin, now get behind.. da king...
Its go

(Chorus)

up
Betchu can't up
up
U can not up to me
Cash on da
in da attic

(Verse 2)

Listen to dat beat bump, a K-X
Dont need a Dj, dat unbelievable?
I care not about bein fan
I rap only, to my story hearable
Not on a podium, i choose to be
Spherical, da world goes around!
Can you cash up in carrollton? I run town
Spend hours in da booth, dats proof of
Smoke a cuban, and then go round
Wit da devil himself, make him look like a
killas, is all dat i surround
Myself wit, for any on da town
U will hear, of da king gunned down
Less im on da west side, windows down, round
For no reason, less im ta bust a hound
Revenge, you can say im
Turn on the X and you will get
C-No, i hope ur
Dats a warnin to you and westin
Cuz Im makin and u aint makin nothin.. killa
Da X

Chorus)

up
Betchu cash up
up
U can not up to me
on da table
Cash in da

(Verse 3)

This song, was supposed to be a
But i dont do dat, yea, keep it Fort
Classical, me an old timer
When i talk, its like a freight liner
Take u back in time, an old diner
Miners, my arrival
Ive with my rival, stabbed em in da back
Keep ur closer, plz stand back
G money, u make a diss track?
melt u on here, like i do wit my tac
You can call blackhand, and ill bring back
Or dopeboy magic, even big pac
Turn off da lights, i love da pitch
I see haters, its like my heads in a bag
But i hear em, so i shots like im mad
In all directions, it clicks, then im sad
need a trojan, i be usin glad bags
Only way ill die, is if i da blue rag
Im immortal, protection of da C
My rite now, hittin 100 degrees.. (Boom Sound)
up to me

Chorus)

up
Betchu cash up
up
U can not up to me
Cash on da
in da attic