Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper Than Rap

I got a nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
up at da stars, she like "Honey where 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 fasad da truth,
So now when I menage and get massaged da proof.
Proof's in da pudding and dat soda taken,
dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin 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 still do but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Mike payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney weight.
Kimbo on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money funny in the light.
But who really You just throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, Mot in her hair-
me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
Trunk full of white, car like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big thangs 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 hood and you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we 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 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 came up 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 anotha album 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,
Once I my prayer, everybody back to business.

on a blunt in my own restaurant,
People from a distance think 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 ain't loyal, snakes in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas I'm bored.

We on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin sweet love to every dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, can't to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby mama askin for a cent.
Burn the house down, we buy another,
forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To chapter, paper dat I captured,
Caught up in da of gunshots and laughter.
is human and nigga you lookin funny,
Women love to stare dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, you could live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I just to give.
Used to run da street- young nigga, feet,
Now I'm in da and I'm eatin crab meats.
Ice so right, rappers envy,
Dey callin all my jewelers up wat he spendin.
bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.