Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper

I don't really feel
Like I'm in a so I smoke big kill
to deal with the ills like this fucked up trip
My skills ain't bills and it's fuckin' with me and my grip
I drink that St. Ide's shit and a ticket at the same time
Drop a wicked bomb on my nature
I'm livin' foul a Nickerbocker
Bitch I'm not the woman to but I'm lost

'Cause I be on ole' I'm tired of niggaz
Tryin' to come up off type thing
And if I react the way he want he might swing
His trick bitch ass in another direction
Then even use protection, I hate stupid shit assholes can avoid
Yo! And if worse came to I'll run a fraud on unemployed
'Cause who the fuck cares that I got gray and can't sleep
Know what I

and deeper, what can I do?
Deeper and deeper, can I do?

This is deep, I'm deeper

Every now and I start flippin' and get to thinkin'
About deep shit beyond all that
I shoot at people, yeah I know what you mean, but it I'm evil
And I'm hip to every tryin' to get a grip
And every nigga tryin' to get a but fuck that shit
And I say fuck that shit my mighty middle finger
I'm heavy off into rap shit, fuckin' singers, yo I think I'm gettin' tense
'Cause my dollars ain't no fuckin' sense, but then again

probably all that chronic that I smoked
I use to be like that when I was out slangin' dope
And lately I been on some old paranoid shit
lookin' fuckers up and down tryin' to start shit
'Cause I'm a hard bitch, so why don't you soften up?
I try to be but I get caught up when I go to clubs, straight up
I don't even myself, yo, you can trust me
Fuck I know? I'm just like you, right, deep

Deeper and

Yo, Boss that shit you talkin' that's some deep shit
I'm tellin' you motherfuckers can't really get with that relate to shit

I guess it's best we them mon
Every time she come, she's mon
Yes mon, dis
Don't make me tell dem mon, woy
She too hotta, tell-a-man she too
Tell man she too hotta an' every know dat-ta
Yes, she too hotta, man she too hotta
For inside she come, she say de posse get flat

Deeper and

Aiyyo, I got them buck wild thrills, foul kills
I'm tryin' to get to Watts but I'm stuck in Baldwin
Tryin' to find myself for real though, it
If I just rewind myself see it ain't that hectic
don't hear me talkin' but it's time to get a stack
'Cause I'm a second away, from goin' back
To the corner dope, gankin' cluckers, jackin' high, cappin' marks
I may be my mind but better that than my heart

I talk a lot of shit but I can back it all the up
I'm real cool people some bullshit get brung up
Look here, believe me I ain't out my crib
Tryin' to on life and run out and do some dumb shit
So be takin' another sip to relax me
And get them problems out my mind distract me
is workin' on my last nerve, yeah I hear you G
I'll see yo' ass next week, peace, yo that is deep

Deeper and deeper, can I do?
Deeper and deeper, can I do?
and deeper, what can I do?
Deeper and deeper, can I do?