Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper Than Rap

I got a feelin wit it ? and my money be da root.
up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a Dawes ?, ? dey go on roof,
Even had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no it's da truth,
So now when I menage and get it's da proof.
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem naked.
Listenin to niggas whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin drop.
I'm dodgin debacles pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I do both but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, lost weight.
Kimbo on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the lookin funny in the light.
But who really cares? You just it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, Mot in her hair-
me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
Trunk full of white, car like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big lookin foolish.
Shawty low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock a trip up in Compton.
at da cops- fuck one time.
I her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm too to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, knows dat I sinned,
But I about my future and the loops I could pin.
out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain't heard in weeks.
I came up with a strategy to up mathematically,
I did it for da but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, sweat from my balls,
If I anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, everybody big,
I just sit back like: what I did.
Den I bow my and beg for forgiveness,
Once I said my prayer, everybody to business.

Smokin on a in my own restaurant,
People from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, of a G.
Beef? I'll make you dinner, take a so we could eat.
A aura, paws on the Port,
You eat from da while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, you niggas when I'm bored.

We on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
And sweet love to every women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, can't to pay her rent,
Curtis baby mama ain't askin for a cent.
Burn the down, we gotta buy another,
Don't the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To chapter, paper dat I captured,
up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is and nigga you lookin funny,
Women to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin accounts,
a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you live,
I knew it work, but I just like to give.
to run da street- young nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da suites and I'm crab meats.
Ice so right, rappers envy,
Dey callin all my up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin dem,
a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.