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 ?, canaries ? 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.
to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin drop.
I'm dodgin like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but I got by.

Creflo prayed, Mike payed,
Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad I write,
Dat may why the lookin funny in the light.
But who really cares? You just it in the air,
wealth, pourin Mot in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the of weed,
full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get ?, beef bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big thangs foolish.
Shawty low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- one time.
I gave her to da block, I 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 1994 but I'm too to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat were better den dat shit be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, lord dat I sinned,
But I thought my future and the loops I could pin.
out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I heard from in weeks.
I up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they sweat 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,
I said my prayer, everybody back to business.

Smokin on a in my own restaurant,
People lookin from a think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, of a G.
Beef? I'll you dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
A aura, paws on the Port,
You eat from da while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas I'm bored.

We steppin on ya crew til the crushed,
And makin sweet love to every dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby ain't askin for a cent.
the house down, we gotta 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 and nigga you lookin funny,
Women love to cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you live,
I knew it work, but I just like to give.
Used to run da street- nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin meats.
Ice so right, rappers envy,
Dey callin all my jewelers up wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.