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,
Even once had a job tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no fasad 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, take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, the paper on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I do both but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad I write,
Dat may why the money lookin in the light.
But who really You just 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 lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big poppin,
Tip on da glock a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- one time.
I gave her to da block, I one time.
We boys in da and nigga you Lil' Trey,
ya appetite, we takin ya lil' 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 better den dat shit be bad for ya skin.
was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
But I thought about my future and the loops I pin.
Walked out on a gig and I to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I heard 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, they from my balls,
If I drop anotha I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, ridin big,
I just sit like: Look what I did.
Den I bow my and beg for forgiveness,
Once I said my prayer, everybody 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 while ya dog a fork.
Niggas 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 love to women dat ya lust.
I to pay her bills, can't wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson mama ain't askin for a cent.
Burn the house down, we buy another,
forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To anotha chapter, dat I captured,
up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and you lookin funny,
Women to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a by openin bank accounts,
a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, 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 crab meats.
Ice so right, rappers envy,
Dey callin all my jewelers up wat he spendin.
bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
This a to my enemies, one I won't send.