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
Lets bust it on... (laugh)

(Chorus)

up
Betchu cash 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
Money so dirty, I smell it, and it
Looked at my chain and i found da link
Dropped it on da ground it da thing went
the others, but one went clack
Polished da problem, got dat
as big, as joe is fat yea
Standin ovations, man im hand claps
Cuz i shine on stage, even in da back
The go wild when i tilt da fitted cap
They to me like a bowl of tree sap
diggas cant find me on da map
Spend on myself, no time for dat
Read my back, it starts wit a K
Just begun rappin, so i afford da jakes
When i hit the mic, its like the earth shakes
The can now hear, and da stupid go blind
If ur fake, ur nothin, now get behind.. da king...
Its go

(Chorus)

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

(Verse 2)

Listen to dat bump, a K-X original
Dont need a Dj, aint dat
I care not about fan pleasable
I rap only, to my story hearable
Not on a podium, i to be lyrical
Spherical, da world goes around!
Can you up in carrollton? I run this town
Spend hours in da booth, dats of sound
a cuban, and then go another round
Wit da devil himself, make him look like a
True killas, is all dat i
Myself wit, for any night on da
U will never hear, of da king down
Less im on da side, windows down, ridin round
For no reason, less im ta bust a hound
Revenge, you can say im
Turn on the X and you get twised
C-No, i hope ur
a warnin to you and tyrone 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 to be a shiner
But i dont do dat, yea, keep it Minor
Classical, call me an old
When i talk, its like ridin a liner
Take u in time, an old country diner
Miners, my arrival
Ive dined my rival, stabbed em in da back
Keep ur enemies closer, plz stand
G money, u wanna make a diss
I'll u on here, like i do wit my tac
You can call blackhand, and ill tank back
Or dopeboy magic, maybe big pac
off da lights, i love da pitch black
I cant see haters, its my heads in a bag
But i hear em, so i shots like im mad
In all directions, it clicks, then im sad
Dont a trojan, i be usin glad bags
Only way ill die, is if i da blue rag
Im immortal, protection of da C
My mics now, hittin 100 degrees.. (Boom Sound)
up to me

Chorus)

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