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 it come 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 in da bank
So much money on my mind, dat i cant even
I im goin crazy, im almost on da brink
Money so dirty, I it, and it stinks
at my chain and i found da missin link
Dropped it on da ground it da thing clink
Against the others, but one clack
da problem, got ridda dat
as big, as joe is fat yea
Standin ovations, man im hand claps
Cuz i on stage, even brighter in da back
The ladies go wild when i tilt da cap
They stick to me like a bowl of sap
Gold cant 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 deaf can now hear, and da stupid go
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 a Dj, aint dat unbelievable?
I care not about fan pleasable
I rap only, to make my story
Not on a podium, i choose to be
Spherical, da whole goes around!
Can you up in carrollton? I run this town
Spend hours in da booth, dats proof of
Smoke a cuban, and go another 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, ridin
For no reason, im tryin 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 money and u 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 do dat, yea, keep it Fort Minor
Classical, call me an old
When i talk, its like ridin a freight
Take u back in time, an old diner
Miners, my arrival
Ive dined with my rival, stabbed em in da
Keep ur enemies closer, plz stand
G money, u wanna a diss track?
melt u on here, like i do wit my tac
You can call blackhand, and ill tank back
Or dopeboy magic, maybe big pac
Turn off da lights, i love da pitch
I cant see haters, its my heads in a bag
But i em, so i throw shots like im mad
In all directions, it clicks, then im sad
Dont need a trojan, i be glad bags
Only way ill die, is if i loose da rag
Im immortal, protection of da C
My mics rite now, 100 degrees.. (Boom Sound)
up to me

Chorus)

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