Luyện nghe bài hát Layin In The Cut

Shady Cashis, King Mathers
go!

(Verse 1)
Im sittin back thinkin drinking, Im loaded and breathing
Im spillin on the seats of my old black Lincoln
Im with a heat, off a pill and no speakin
My best is level three, say Em, Im not beating
My mind is on the street, be tryna call me
The penetentary, and my future cause Im
My part of history is to follow the Lords
But niggaz mess with me, till they all on the floor
Im poppin no warning, Im hotter than global warming
Im the block with coke, knowing you all want it
This life I was born in homie, Im and able
To take a bullet or a plaque, for the name of my
Im prayin to Proof, he know 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 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 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, aint gotta deal with my constant insanity
Im the sheek is it vanity, I walk and hit
bitch wanna mess with me, Im always addressin these
Niggaz be testin me, so the law be me
But I bail out fast, after an of questioning
You know who I be, you aint seen MTV
Maybe on BET, Im who you be
Im sittin here in the D, with Rugers and the beams
The Capo and Shady Cashis, remain a G
Boss of the BBG, Pac Man RIP, I live it, I it
I cant it, this is me
Im tryna get out the street, and be in the
But yall niggaz perpetrators, you pretend-to-bes
Im off of this Ritalin, and Hennessy
Im a motherfuckin problem, you remember me

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

(Verse 3)
I dont wanna go back, you dont know that
Pain when I aim and whole head go flat
I dont wanna go back, you dont know that
Pain I aim and your whole head go flat
My patience is thin, Im taking this Vicodin
Now Im bout to be the nigga that nobody again
in the studio dont wanna come write with 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 my first verse
I know Im still a win, you is feminine
Im good in any hood, the Chucks 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, bring the millions in

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

Mathers and Cashis
Look what the fuck happened.