Luyện nghe bài hát Deeper Than Rap

I got a nigga wit it ? and my money be da root.
Look up at da stars, she "Honey where da roof?"
Pull up in a ?, canaries ? dey go on roof,
Even once had a job 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 soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem naked.
Listenin to like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I my middle 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 like 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, Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad I write,
Dat may why the money funny in the light.
But who cares? You just throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, Mot in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big lookin foolish.
Shawty low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- one time.
I gave her to da block, I one time.
We boys in da hood and you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my still da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm too to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat were better den roofin dat be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, 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 ain't heard 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, they from my balls,
If I drop anotha I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, ridin big,
I just sit back like: Look 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 distance think I'm Big 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.
ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, you niggas when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin sweet love to every 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,
up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and you lookin funny,
love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or it out.
Baby a gift, maybe you could 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 eatin meats.
Ice so right, otha envy,
Dey callin all my up askin wat he spendin.
bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.