Luyện nghe bài hát Layin In The Cut

Shady Cashis, King classic
go!

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

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

(Verse 2)
Im poppin a to keep me humble, my family
If Im sleep, they aint gotta deal with my constant
Im the is it vanity, I walk and hit guaranteed
Your bitch wanna mess with me, Im always addressin
Niggaz be testin me, so the law be 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 and Shady Cashis, forever 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 layin in the cut, cut
wanna come and say whats up, yup
They know I always a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a soldier and he wanna dump, punk

(Verse 3)
I wanna go back, you dont wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go
I wanna go back, you dont wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go
My patience is thin, Im taking this Vicodin
Now Im bout to be the nigga nobody like again
Niggaz in the studio wanna come write with him
Cause you know when you hear me flow, Im writing like
Was putting his life on my pen, you gotta 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 venomous lyricist, who be it period.
Runnin of riddles, now Im surrounding you idiots
Its to survive, in this game of middlemen
But I got supply, thatll the millions in

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

King Mathers and
Look what the fuck happened.