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
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 think
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 went
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 shine on stage, even brighter in da
The ladies go wild i tilt da fitted cap
stick to me like a bowl of tree sap
Gold diggas cant me on da map
Spend money on myself, no 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 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 can't 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 a Dj, aint dat unbelievable?
I not about bein fan pleasable
I rap only, to make my story
Not on a podium, i to be lyrical
Spherical, da whole goes around!
Can you cash up in carrollton? I run this
Spend hours in da booth, dats proof of
Smoke a cuban, and go another round
Wit da devil himself, 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
im on da west side, windows down, ridin round
For no reason, less im tryin ta bust a
Revenge, you can say im
on the X and you will get twised
C-No, i hope ur
a warnin to you and tyrone westin
Cuz Im makin money and u makin nothin.. killa
Da X

Chorus)

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

(Verse 3)

This song, was supposed to be a
But i dont do dat, yea, it Fort Minor
Classical, me an old timer
When i talk, its ridin a freight liner
u back in time, an old country diner
Miners, my arrival
Ive with my rival, stabbed em in da back
Keep ur enemies closer, plz stand
G money, u wanna make a diss
melt u on here, like i do wit my tac
You can blackhand, and ill bring tank back
Or dopeboy magic, even 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 usin bags
way ill die, is if i loose 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