Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper Than Rap

I got a feelin nigga wit it ? and my be da root.
up at da stars, she like "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a ?, canaries ? 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 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 like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on million.
Da turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey 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 strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money funny in the light.
But who cares? You just throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, pourin Mot in her
Excuse me, her weeve- the of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell like cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big lookin foolish.
Shawty low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- one time.
I her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya tray.
Love my handgun but my 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 about my and the loops I could pin.
Walked out on a gig and I to da streets,
Kept my low key, I ain't heard from in weeks.
I came up with a 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, ridin big,
I just sit back like: Look I did.
Den I bow my and beg for forgiveness,
Once I said my prayer, back to business.

on a blunt 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 Farrakhan aura, on the Port,
You eat from da while 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 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 baby mama ain't for a cent.
the house down, we gotta buy another,
Don't the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To anotha chapter, dat I captured,
Caught up in da rapture of and laughter.
Homicide is human and nigga you funny,
Women love to 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.
Used to run da young nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da suites and I'm crab meats.
Ice so right, otha envy,
Dey callin all my jewelers up wat he spendin.
Thinkin Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.