Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper

So it all comes down to (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 rattle Nicholas Cage
Bring heat in ridiculous
compromise look into my eyes
Tell me you see (what?)
Victory ecstasy Hennessy
wasted, enemies gettin' laced with
That blank to the face shit
Who you think is
black bust a nigga ass strickly business man
Self Heineken let the record spin
Paparazzi all again
Times ten thee original sin
I'm to fuck it up for everybody
The hot toddy, get collect from John Gotti
I kick back like karate butter burn off
And solid Maserati like

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

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

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

it easy movin' on up like George and Weezy
You stop it love it or leave it alone
Xzibit writtin' more pages then the state
Full of well known villians that come home
Never 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
to the thrown, Xzibit bring the lead to your dome
Like a 3rd world squad on your boulevard
Protect they spots with heat kids gotta eat
To make it big in Cali it on who you meet
And who you sleep with might yourself in deep shit
So hit me with your best shot, I'm lookin' to it
You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't goin' through it
How dare you try to the fluid rip the track
Chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and

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