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 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 it's da proof.
Proof's in da and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like 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 dodgin debacles like pot 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.

Creflo prayed, Mike payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad I write,
Dat may why the lookin funny in the light.
But who really cares? You just it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, pourin Mot in her
Excuse me, her the bluest of weed,
Trunk full of white, car like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef movements,
BM dubs on dem big thangs foolish.
sittin low, big thangs 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 and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm too to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat better den roofin 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 name low key, I heard from in weeks.
I up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they from my balls,
If I anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, ridin big,
I just sit back like: what I did.
Den I bow my and beg for forgiveness,
Once I my prayer, everybody back to business.

Smokin on a 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 aura, paws on the Port,
You eat da bowl while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes in dey coil,
I'm at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya til the mothafuckas crushed,
And sweet love to every women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby mama askin for a cent.
Burn the down, we gotta buy another,
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, muthafucka.
To anotha chapter, dat I captured,
Caught up in da rapture of and laughter.
Homicide is and nigga you lookin funny,
Women love to cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by bank accounts,
a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, you could live,
I knew it work, but I just like to give.
to run da street- young nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da suites and I'm eatin meats.
Ice so right, otha envy,
Dey all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin dem,
This a to my enemies, one I won't send.