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 ridin a heat, off a pill and no speakin
My is level three, they say Em, Im not beating
My mind is on the street, Marciano be tryna me
The penetentary, and my future cause Im
My of history is to follow the Lords calling
But niggaz mess with me, till they all on the floor
Im with no warning, Im hotter than global warming
Im flooding the with coke, knowing you all want it
This I was born in homie, Im ready and able
To a bullet or a plaque, for the name of my label
Im daily prayin to Proof, he Im telling the truth
I love King Mathers the way that he do
Your legacy never through, cause we be for you
And if you niggaz out there really want problems then move

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

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

(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 soldier and he wanna dump,

(Verse 3)
I dont wanna go back, you wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go
I dont wanna go back, you dont wanna that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go
My is wearing thin, Im taking this Vicodin
Now Im bout to be the that nobody like again
Niggaz in the studio dont wanna come write him
Cause you know when you me flow, Im writing like Eminem
Was putting his 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 is feminine
Im good in any hood, the Chucks 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 know I keep a motherfuckin blunt, plus
I got a semi soldier and he dump, punk

King Mathers and
Look the fuck just happened.