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?"
up in a Dawes ?, 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 bakin taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey every drop.
I'm dodgin debacles pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I do both but somehow I got by.

prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, lost weight.
Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money funny in the light.
But who really cares? You just it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, Mot in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the of weed,
full of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, bout movements,
BM on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big poppin,
Tip on da glock a trip up in Compton.
at da cops- fuck one time.
I her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da 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.
was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
But I thought about my and the loops I could pin.
out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my low key, I ain't heard from in weeks.
I came up with a strategy to up mathematically,
I did it for da but now everybody 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 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 a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, of a G.
Beef? I'll make you dinner, a seat so we could eat.
A aura, paws on the Port,
You eat from da bowl while ya dog a fork.
ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas I'm bored.

We steppin on ya til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin sweet 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.
the house down, we gotta buy another,
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, muthafucka.
To chapter, paper dat I captured,
Caught up in da rapture of and laughter.
Homicide is human and nigga you funny,
Women to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or it out.
dats a gift, maybe you could live,
I it wouldn't work, but I just like to give.
to run da street- young nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da suites and I'm crab meats.
Ice so right, rappers envy,
Dey callin all my jewelers up wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not bout dem,
a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.