Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper

So it all down to this (what?)
with a hit list
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight type (ding ding)
So I hits in the stage we can Face Off
Watch me your Nicholas Cage
Bring in ridiculous ways
Never compromise into my eyes
me what you see (what?)
Victory ecstasy maybe
wasted, enemies gettin' laced with
That blank to the face shit
Who you think is
Young black a nigga ass strickly business man
Self disciple Heineken let the record
Paparazzi all again
Times ten like thee sin
I'm tryin' to it up for everybody
The hot toddy, get collect calls from Gotti
I kick back like butter soft burn off
And solid black Maserati

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper that)
No with no pain (it gets deeper then that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper that)
To the place where the motherfuckin' is at

Long hair ganja smoke but be mistaken
I ain't Jamaican, another chicken to jerk
A world of hurt nine to five puttin' in
Never put to the test get put to the death
Never the less greater than trust no man
Soon to the whole wide world inside of my hand
So I you act right my insight like sunlight
Burn your big bad California
To the Waldorf-Astoria, N.Y.C.
Competition wish to some day like me
But all I see is H-E-A-T
I'm motherfuckers Run like DMC
The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga a fat one
Non radio shit goin' platinum
And keep 'em with a Colt 45
While my Old English leave you broken with a crooked eye

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets then that)
Yo man fuckin' you, dang (way deeper that)
To the where the motherfuckin' problem is at

Suck it easy on up like George and Weezy
You can't stop it it or leave it alone
Xzibit writtin' pages then the state penetentary
Full of well known villians that wanna home
relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax
Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in
My nigga Bud'da chip off beats cellular phones
Heir to the thrown, Xzibit bring the lead to dome
Like a 3rd rebellion squad on your boulevard
they spots with heat they kids gotta eat
To make it big in it depends on who you meet
And who you sleep might find yourself in deep shit
So hit me your best shot, I'm lookin' forward to it
You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' it
How dare you try to check the rip the track
Chillin' on your big like Wilsure and Farefax

Get caught up in the (it gets deeper then that)
in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that)
No gain with no pain (way then that)
To the place the motherfuckin' problem is at