Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper

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

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

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

This is deep, I'm goin'

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

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

Deeper and

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

I guess it's we tell them mon
Every time she come, detrimental mon
Yes mon, dis
make me tell dem again mon, woy
She too hotta, she too hotta
Tell man she too hotta an' every posse dat-ta
Yes, she too hotta, man she too hotta
For inside she come, she say de get flat come

Deeper and

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

I a lot of shit but I can back it all the fuck up
I'm real cool people until some get brung up
Look here, believe me I ain't out my crib
Tryin' to snap on life and run out and do dumb shit
So be takin' another sip to relax me
And get them problems out my mind distract me
Life is workin' on my last nerve, yeah I 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?
Deeper and deeper, can I do?
and deeper, what can I do?