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,
Even 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 like whistlin dat Williams,
I my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da turn me on I'm masterbatin 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.

prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo 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,
Trunk of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get ?, beef bout movements,
BM on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
sittin low, big thangs 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 in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
ya appetite, we takin 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 dat shit be bad for ya skin.
was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned,
But I about my future and the loops I could pin.
out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain't from in weeks.
I came up with a strategy to up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, sweat from my balls,
If I drop 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 said my prayer, back to business.

on a blunt in my own restaurant,
People lookin from a distance think I'm Big 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 while ya dog need a fork.
ain't loyal, snakes slithered 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 to pay her bills, can't wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby ain't askin for a cent.
Burn the down, we gotta buy another,
Don't 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 love to stare cause dey 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 wouldn't work, but I 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 callin all my up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not bout dem,
This a to my enemies, one I won't send.