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,
once 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.
in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem naked.
Listenin to like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my 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 like pot in Jamaica,
We cut the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but I got by.

Creflo prayed, Mike 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 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 thangs foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big poppin,
Tip on da from a trip up in Compton.
at da cops- fuck one time.
I gave her to da block, I one time.
We boys in da hood and you Lil' Trey,
ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa da shit,
in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat were better den roofin dat be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, lord 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 ain't from 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, sweat from my balls,
If I drop anotha I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, everybody big,
I just sit back Look 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 a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, of a G.
Beef? make you dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
A Farrakhan aura, on the Port,
You eat from da while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas I'm bored.

We steppin on ya crew til the 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.
Burn the house down, we buy another,
Don't the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To chapter, paper dat I captured,
Caught up in da rapture of and laughter.
Homicide is human and you lookin funny,
Women love to cause dey know dey see da money.
I up a mind 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 just 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,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.