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

(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 on da brink
Money so dirty, I smell it, and it
at my chain and i found da missin link
Dropped it on da it da thing went clink
Against the others, but one clack
da problem, got ridda dat
as big, as joe is fat yea
Standin ovations, man im gettin hand
Cuz i shine on stage, brighter in da back
The ladies go wild when i da fitted cap
They stick to me like a bowl of sap
diggas cant find me on da map
Spend money on myself, no for dat
Read my name back, it wit a K
Just begun rappin, so i cant afford da
When i hit the mic, its like the whole 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
Cash on da
in da attic

(Verse 2)

Listen to dat beat bump, a K-X
need a Dj, aint dat unbelievable?
I care not about fan pleasable
I rap only, to make my hearable
Not on a podium, i to be lyrical
Spherical, da whole world around!
Can you cash up in carrollton? I run this
Spend hours in da booth, proof of sound
Smoke a cuban, and go another round
Wit da himself, make him look like a clown
True killas, is all dat i
Myself wit, for any on da town
U will never hear, of da king gunned
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 ur listenin
Dats a warnin to you and tyrone
Cuz Im makin money and u aint makin nothin..
Da X

Chorus)

up
Betchu cash up
up
U can not up to me
Cash on da
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 ridin a freight liner
u back in time, an old country diner
Miners, my arrival
Ive dined my rival, stabbed em in da back
Keep ur enemies closer, plz back
G money, u wanna make a diss
I'll melt u on here, i do wit my tac
You can blackhand, and ill bring tank back
Or dopeboy magic, maybe big pac
Turn off da lights, i da pitch black
I cant see haters, its like my in a bag
But i hear em, so i shots like im mad
In all directions, till it clicks, im sad
Dont need a trojan, i be usin bags
Only way ill die, is if i loose da rag
Im immortal, under of da C
My mics now, hittin 100 degrees.. (Boom Sound)
up to me

Chorus)

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