Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Deep

one

I'm 2 deep and yes much too
My when stated are quite often underrated
So consider it a privilege to hear
Those weak-minded opinions could never near this
For my outlook on life is a view
Whil the suckers act thinking that they sound new
Only a few true
Me and the crew who
'cause you see me and the have been waiting for a while now
Giving you the time to get your style down
You punks pop junk as if is a fantasy
Knowing that hard is you can't be
So you but you could never call my bluff
you'll catch hell you'll get dealt with

I sleep
I peep
creep
I'm 2
I'm 2 deep....

two

I forgive you sike I'm your life
'cause you continue to disrespect so get trife
But then again I think I'll ya
'cause I know tht all it takes one rhyme just to ya
See I'm the of the key
Don't ask me if I'm muslim don't say to me
I said I was raised one son I had two cousins
They pushed me to find myself or they knew I wasn't
Gonna it and then end up a statistic
My life was twisted I missed it
The yes the chance to make you feel good
I used to steal goods and fake my parents out real
But now I got k-n-o-w-l-e-d-g-e of self I'm me
And the nation of islam has my
'cause they try to reeducate the who are lost
And the 5 percent nation other steps
To get to brothers on the corners with the reps
And in the prison they the brothers new visions
Of how we can gain wealth gain self esteem and
Of a total different scene I clean, stand lean
Say what I and I'm out
Like a scout on a new route exhibitting

Verse

For now yo my religion is rhyming
Perfect timing the flow and climb in
Ansaar, sunnite, sheite,
All regard the times are hard
or perish
Is the message I
That goes for my people of all
If we're all black why have so many
Superficial factors are drawing us
Don't let it
Let's put some back in
So before I act I 'cause it's the brink of destruction
Word what's up son your gun is just one
And I just might one
Or two or even three or four
And an army of 100 or more
But violence is never my choice
I come in to release the effect of my voice