Luyện nghe bài hát Layin In The Cut

Shady Cashis, King Mathers
go!

(Verse 1)
Im sittin back thinkin drinking, Im and barely breathing
Im spillin on the of my old skool black Lincoln
Im with a heat, off a pill and no speakin
My best is level three, they say Em, Im not
My mind is on the street, Marciano be tryna me
The penetentary, and my cause Im falling
My of history is to follow the Lords calling
But niggaz mess with me, till all on the floor crawling
Im poppin no warning, Im hotter than global warming
Im flooding the block coke, knowing you all want it
life I was born in homie, Im ready and able
To take a bullet or a plaque, for the name of my
Im daily prayin to Proof, he Im telling the truth
That I love Mathers the way that he do
legacy never through, cause we be ridin for you
And if you niggaz out there really want them problems then

(Hook x2)
I be layin in the cut, cut
Everybody come and say whats up, yup
They I always keep 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 gotta deal with my constant insanity
Im the is it vanity, I walk and hit guaranteed
bitch wanna mess with me, Im always addressin these
Niggaz be me, so the law be arrestin me
But I out fast, after an hour of questioning
You dont who I be, you aint seen MTV
on BET, Im who you wanna be
Im sittin here in the D, with Rugers and the beams
The Capo and Cashis, forever remain a G
Boss of the BBG, Pac Man RIP, I live it, I it
I cant change it, is me
Im get out the street, and be in the industry
But yall niggaz perpetrators, you gangsta
Im off of this Ritalin, and Hennessy
Im a motherfuckin problem, you kinda me

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

(Verse 3)
I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know
Pain I aim and your whole head go flat
I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna know
Pain when I aim and whole head go flat
My is wearing thin, Im taking this Vicodin
Now Im bout to be the that nobody like again
Niggaz in the dont wanna come write with him
Cause you know when you 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 my first verse
I know Im still a win, you niggaz is
Im good in any hood, from the to the Timberlands
A lyricist, who be livin it period.
Runnin circles of riddles, now Im surrounding you
Its hard to survive, in game of middlemen
But I got supply, thatll the millions in

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

King and Cashis
Look what the just happened.