Luyện nghe bài hát Layin In The Cut

Shady Cashis, Mathers classic
go!

(Verse 1)
Im sittin back thinkin drinking, Im loaded and breathing
Im spillin on the seats of my old skool black
Im ridin a heat, off a pill and no speakin
My best is level three, they say Em, Im not
My mind is on the street, be tryna call me
The penetentary, and my future Im falling
My of history is to follow the Lords calling
But niggaz mess with me, they all on the floor crawling
Im poppin with no warning, Im hotter than warming
Im flooding the block with coke, you all want it
This life I was born in homie, Im and able
To take a bullet or a plaque, for the of my label
Im prayin to Proof, he know Im telling the truth
That I love Mathers the way that he do
Your legacy through, cause we be ridin for you
And if you niggaz out really want them problems then move

(Hook x2)
I be in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody wanna and say whats up, yup
They know I always a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he wanna dump,

(Verse 2)
Im poppin a to keep me humble, my family
If Im sleep, they aint gotta deal my constant insanity
Im the sheek is it vanity, I and hit guaranteed
Your wanna mess with me, Im always addressin these
Niggaz be me, so the law be arrestin me
But I bail out fast, after an of questioning
You dont know who I be, you aint MTV
Maybe on BET, Im who you be
Im sittin here in the D, with Rugers and the nickel
The Capo and Shady Cashis, remain a G
Boss of the BBG, Pac Man RIP, I live it, I it
I change it, this is me
Im get out the street, and be in the industry
But yall niggaz perpetrators, you pretend-to-bes
Im off of Ritalin, ecstasy and Hennessy
Im a motherfuckin problem, you kinda me

(Hook x2)
I be in the motherfuckin cut, cut
wanna come and say whats up, yup
They know I always a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi and he wanna dump, punk

(Verse 3)
I dont go back, you dont wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your head go flat
I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know
Pain when I aim and your whole head go
My patience is wearing thin, Im taking this
Now Im bout to be the that nobody like again
Niggaz in the studio dont wanna come write him
Cause you know you hear me flow, Im writing like Eminem
Was his life on my pen, you gotta write it again
Im blowin dro in the wind, you can hear my verse
I know Im still a win, you niggaz is
Im good in any hood, from the to the Timberlands
A venomous lyricist, who be it period.
Runnin circles of riddles, now Im surrounding you
Its to survive, in this game of middlemen
But I got supply, thatll bring the in

(Hook x2)
I be in the motherfuckin cut, cut
wanna come and say whats up, yup
They know I always keep a motherfuckin blunt,
I got a semi and he wanna dump, punk

Mathers and Cashis
Look what the fuck happened.