Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper

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

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

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

This is deep, I'm goin'

now and then I start flippin' and get to thinkin'
About deep shit all that bullshit
I shoot at people, I know what you mean, but fuck 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 with my mighty finger
I'm heavy off into rap shit, fuckin' singers, yo I think I'm gettin' tense
'Cause my dollars ain't makin' no fuckin' sense, but then

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

Deeper and

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

I it's best we tell 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 come

and deeper

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

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

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