Luyện nghe bài hát Cash Up

(laugh) its da X man!
Expected by all, by none
I release to all my fans, haters, whatever.. Up
Lets bust it on... (laugh)

(Chorus)

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

(Verse 1)

Cash up to a killa, yea in da bank
So much on my mind, dat i cant even think
I think im goin crazy, im almost on da
Money so dirty, I smell it, and it
Looked at my chain and i da missin link
Dropped it on da ground it da thing clink
the others, but one went 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 wild when i 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
begun rappin, so i cant afford da jakes
When i hit the mic, its the whole earth shakes
The deaf can now hear, and da 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 beat bump, a K-X
Dont need a Dj, dat unbelievable?
I care not about bein fan
I rap only, to make my hearable
Not on a podium, i choose to be
Spherical, da whole world around!
Can you cash up in I run this town
Spend in da booth, dats proof of sound
a cuban, and then go another round
Wit da himself, make him look like a clown
killas, is all dat i surround
Myself wit, for any on da town
U will never hear, of da king gunned
Less im on da west side, down, ridin round
For no reason, less im tryin ta 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 money and u aint makin nothin.. killa
Da X

Chorus)

up
Betchu can't 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, it Fort Minor
Classical, call me an old
When i talk, its like ridin a freight
Take u in time, an old country diner
Miners, my arrival
Ive dined with my rival, stabbed em in da
Keep ur enemies closer, plz back
G money, u make a diss track?
I'll melt u on here, i do wit my tac
You can call blackhand, and ill bring back
Or magic, maybe even big pac
off da lights, i love da pitch black
I cant see haters, its like my in a bag
But i hear em, so i throw like im mad
In all directions, it clicks, then im sad
Dont need a trojan, i be usin 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