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

Creflo prayed, Mike payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, 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,
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 on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da from a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da fuck 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, knows dat I sinned,
But I thought my future and the loops I could pin.
Walked out on a gig and I to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain't heard in weeks.
I came up with a to come up mathematically,
I did it for da but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they from my balls,
If I drop 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,
I said my prayer, everybody back to business.

Smokin on a in my own restaurant,
People lookin from a distance I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, of a G.
Beef? I'll make you dinner, take a seat so we eat.
A Farrakhan aura, on the Port,
You eat from da bowl while ya dog 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 love to women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby mama askin for a cent.
Burn the 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.
is human and nigga you lookin funny,
Women love to stare cause dey 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 crab meats.
Ice so right, otha 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.