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
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 bills in da
So money on my mind, dat i cant even think
I think im goin crazy, im on da brink
so dirty, I smell it, and it stinks
Looked at my and i found da missin 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, brighter in da back
The ladies go wild when i tilt da cap
They to me like a bowl of tree sap
Gold diggas cant me on da map
Spend on myself, no time for dat
Read my name back, it 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 need a Dj, aint dat
I care not about bein fan
I rap only, to make my story
Not on a podium, i choose to be
Spherical, da whole world around!
Can you up in carrollton? I run this town
hours in da booth, dats proof of sound
Smoke a cuban, and then go round
Wit da himself, make him look like a clown
True killas, is all dat i
wit, for any night 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 a hound
Revenge, you can say im
Turn on the X and you get twised
C-No, i hope ur
Dats a warnin to you and tyrone
Cuz Im makin money and u aint nothin.. killa
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 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
Take u in time, an old country diner
Miners, await my
Ive dined with my rival, stabbed em in da
ur enemies closer, plz stand back
G money, u wanna make a track?
I'll u on here, like i do wit my tac
You can call blackhand, and ill bring tank
Or dopeboy magic, maybe big pac
off da lights, i love da pitch black
I see haters, its like my heads in a bag
But i em, so i throw shots like im mad
In all directions, it clicks, then im sad
Dont a trojan, i be usin glad bags
Only way ill die, is if i da blue rag
Im immortal, under 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
Cash on da
Cash in da