Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper

I really wanna feel
Like I'm in a daze so I big kill
Just to deal with the ills this fucked up trip
My ain't payin' bills and it's fuckin' with me and my grip
I drink that St. Ide's shit and smoke a ticket at the same
Drop a wicked bomb on my nature
I'm livin' like a Nickerbocker
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 type
And if I don't react the way he want he swing
His little trick bitch ass in another
Then don't use protection, I hate stupid shit assholes can avoid
Yo! And if worse came to worse run a fraud on unemployed
'Cause who the fuck cares that I got hairs and can't sleep
Know I mean?

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

This is deep, I'm deeper

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

It's probably all that that I smoked
I use to be like when I was out there slangin' dope
And lately I been flippin' on some old paranoid
Like lookin' fuckers up and tryin' to start shit
'Cause I'm a hard bitch, so why don't you just up?
I try to be cool but I get 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, that's

and deeper

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

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

Deeper and

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

I talk a lot of but I can back it all the fuck up
I'm real cool people until bullshit get brung up
Look here, believe me I comin' out my crib
Tryin' to snap on life and run out and do some dumb
So I'll be takin' another sip to me
And get them problems out my mind distract me
Life is workin' on my last nerve, I hear you G
see yo' ass next week, peace, yo that shit is deep

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