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
bust 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
so dirty, I smell it, and it stinks
Looked at my chain and i found da link
Dropped it on da ground it da went clink
Against the others, but one went
da problem, got ridda 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 when i tilt da fitted cap
They stick to me like a of tree sap
Gold diggas cant me on da map
Spend on myself, no time for dat
Read my back, it starts wit a K
Just begun rappin, so i cant da jakes
When i hit the mic, its like the whole 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 can't up
up
U can not up to me
Cash on da
in da attic

(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 make my story
Not on a podium, i choose to be
Spherical, da whole world around!
Can you cash up in carrollton? I run town
Spend hours in da booth, dats proof of
Smoke a cuban, and go another round
Wit da himself, make him look like a clown
killas, is all dat i surround
Myself wit, for any night on da
U will never hear, of da gunned down
Less im on da side, windows down, ridin round
For no reason, less im tryin ta bust a
Revenge, you can say im
Turn on the X and you get twised
C-No, i hope ur
Dats a warnin to you and westin
Cuz Im money 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 supposed to be a
But i dont do dat, yea, keep it Minor
Classical, call me an old
When i talk, its like ridin a freight
u back in time, an old country diner
Miners, my arrival
Ive with my rival, stabbed em in da back
ur enemies closer, plz stand back
G money, u make a diss track?
I'll 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 black
I see haters, its like my heads in a bag
But i hear em, so i 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 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