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 massaged da proof.
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin 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 turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin drop.
I'm dodgin like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, the paper on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but I got by.

Creflo prayed, Vick payed,
Bobby strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad I write,
Dat may why the lookin funny in the light.
But who really You just throw it in the air,
wealth, pourin Mot in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell bleu cheese.
Dat boy get ?, beef bout movements,
BM on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big poppin,
Tip on da from a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- one time.
I gave her to da block, I one time.
We in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya 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 about my future and the I could 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 with a to come up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, sweat from my balls,
If I drop 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,
Once I said my prayer, 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 Farrakhan aura, on the Port,
You eat from da bowl ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya crew til the crushed,
And sweet love to every women 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,
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, muthafucka.
To chapter, paper dat I captured,
up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and nigga you funny,
love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, up or take it out.
dats a gift, maybe you could live,
I it wouldn't work, but I just like to give.
Used to run da street- young nigga, feet,
Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin meats.
Ice so right, rappers envy,
Dey all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.