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,
once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no fasad da truth,
So now when I and get massaged it's da proof.
in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm on twenty million.
Da rumors me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney weight.
Kimbo on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the lookin funny in the light.
But who really cares? You throw 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 ?, beef movements,
BM dubs on dem big lookin foolish.
sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a up in Compton.
at da cops- fuck one time.
I her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we ya lil' tray.
my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in but I'm too legit to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat were den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, knows dat I sinned,
But I thought about my future and the I could pin.
Walked out on a gig and I to da streets,
my name low key, I ain't heard from 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, ridin big,
I just sit back like: what I did.
Den I bow my and beg for forgiveness,
Once I said my prayer, back to business.

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

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