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,
once 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.
in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Williams,
I my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm dodgin debacles pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, the paper on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad I write,
Dat may why the money lookin in the light.
But who really cares? You just 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 salad ?, bout movements,
BM on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
sittin low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a up in Compton.
at da cops- fuck one time.
I her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya tray.
Love my handgun but my still da shit,
in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat were den roofin 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.
out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain't heard in weeks.
I up with 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 anotha 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, everybody to business.

on a blunt 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 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 crew til the crushed,
And makin sweet to every women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, can't to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby mama 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,
Caught up in da of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and you lookin funny,
Women love to stare cause dey dey see da money.
I open up a by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I like to give.
to run da street- young nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da and I'm eatin crab meats.
Ice so right, rappers envy,
Dey callin all my up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin dem,
a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.