Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper

Smoke shit, what you know about it?
Pimp shit, what you know it?
So what you know it?

1]
Eight ball corner pocket, my hustle: can't it
The game shopping catastrophic, I'm the profit
Pull a salad out the stockin', it's
I in the cherry blossom
Rocked the in the cockpit
You like you hot shit
Shake out, understated at the steakhouse
Spaced out, in the game I pray I make it out
Two bitches on the couch, crouch
Gold Porsche, I'm a
Your thrown in the trough
The soft, throw salt on pork
You're done, him with the fork
Dip him in the sauce, linen
Lay on the king, blesses to my
Sip the water from the spring, it a thing
Pattern leather ski mask, my pass a G and a half
out the fast European cab, crab
Call it the cooler, I'm a jeweler
You fool a consumer
Cubic zirconia, I copped the gold in
Spoke at the podium

[Verse 2: Roc
Twister nino, my bitch like in Casino
Pink tuxedo, show
Clean your clock, soft toe
Peacock move like a robot, top
Stan Smith her, ride
Cock the hammer, sixteen in the one in the chamber
Sure-footed, the Porsche wooden
Motherfuckers the bullet
The six seats is like puddin'
It's the I was put in
My bitch arch her back, I the wood in
Can I kill it, funkadelic George
Keep it pimpin' more convincin', without the
Many mansion, Mr. Benson
Honey dip lit up a Winston, not to
to prints is pretentious, no pretend shit
Tennis kicks, tinted
My for the chips is tremendous
never endin', it's a win-win