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 like "Honey 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 I menage and get massaged it's da proof.
Proof's in da pudding and dat soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on million.
Da rumors me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin drop.
I'm dodgin debacles like pot 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, Mike payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney weight.
Kimbo on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the lookin funny in the light.
But who cares? You just throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, Mot in her hair-
Excuse me, her the bluest of weed,
full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef movements,
BM on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- 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 but my choppa still da shit,
in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
was ruthless, lord knows 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 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 anotha 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 from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, of a G.
Beef? I'll make you dinner, a seat so we could eat.
A aura, paws on the Port,
You eat da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm at you cuz, kill you niggas 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.
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 human and nigga you funny,
Women to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or it out.
Baby a gift, maybe you could live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I 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 bout dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.