Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper Than Rap

I got a feelin wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she "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 menage and get 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 whistlin dat Williams,
I flip my finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm at da top,
hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm dodgin 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.

prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney weight.
Kimbo on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money lookin in the light.
But who really cares? You throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, pourin Mot in her
Excuse me, her weeve- the of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef movements,
BM dubs on dem big lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big 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,
ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my still da shit,
Banned in but I'm too legit to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat were better den dat shit be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, knows dat I sinned,
But I thought about my future and the loops I pin.
Walked out on a gig and I to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain't from in weeks.
I came up a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they sweat my balls,
If I drop album I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, ridin big,
I just sit like: Look what I did.
Den I bow my and beg for forgiveness,
Once I my prayer, everybody back to business.

Smokin on a in my own restaurant,
lookin 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 Farrakhan aura, on the Port,
You eat from da bowl ya dog need a fork.
Niggas loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin sweet love to every dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, can't to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson mama ain't askin for a cent.
Burn the down, we gotta buy another,
forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To chapter, paper dat I captured,
Caught up in da of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and nigga you funny,
Women love to stare cause dey 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 it wouldn't work, but I just like to give.
Used to run da street- nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da and I'm eatin crab meats.
Ice so right, otha envy,
Dey callin all my jewelers up wat he spendin.
bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.