Luyện nghe bài hát Layin In The Cut

Shady Cashis, Mathers classic
go!

(Verse 1)
Im sittin back thinkin drinking, Im loaded and barely
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 call me
The penetentary, and my cause Im falling
My of history is to follow the Lords calling
But mess with me, till they all on the floor crawling
Im poppin with no warning, Im hotter than global
Im flooding the block with coke, knowing you all it
This I was born in homie, Im ready and able
To take a or a plaque, for the name of my label
Im prayin to Proof, he know Im telling the truth
That I love King Mathers the way he do
legacy never through, cause we be ridin for you
And if you niggaz out really want them problems then move

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

(Verse 2)
Im a zannie to keep me humble, my family
If Im sleep, they aint gotta deal my constant insanity
Im the is it vanity, I walk and hit guaranteed
Your bitch wanna mess with me, Im always these
Niggaz be me, so the law be arrestin me
But I bail out fast, an hour of questioning
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 and Shady Cashis, forever remain a G
of the BBG, Pac Man RIP, I live it, I spit it
I change it, this is me
Im get out the street, and be in the industry
But yall perpetrators, you gangsta pretend-to-bes
Im off of Ritalin, ecstasy and Hennessy
Im a motherfuckin problem, you remember me

(Hook x2)
I be in the motherfuckin cut, cut
Everybody come 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 wanna go back, you dont wanna know that
Pain when I aim and your whole head go
I dont wanna go back, you dont know that
when I aim and your whole head go flat
My is wearing thin, Im taking this Vicodin
Now Im to be the nigga that nobody like again
Niggaz in the studio dont wanna write with 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 hear my first
I know Im still a win, you niggaz is
Im good in any hood, the Chucks to the Timberlands
A lyricist, who be livin it period.
Runnin circles of riddles, now Im you idiots
Its hard to survive, in this of middlemen
But I got supply, thatll bring the in

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

King Mathers and
what the fuck just happened.