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 like "Honey da roof?"
up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? 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 pudding and dat bakin taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm on twenty million.
Da turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey every drop.
I'm debacles like pot holes 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.

prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby strayed, Whitney lost 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,
wealth, pourin Mot in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the of weed,
Trunk of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big thangs foolish.
Shawty low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock 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,
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.
Niggas was ruthless, lord dat I sinned,
But I thought about my future and the I could pin.
Walked out on a gig and I to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain't from in weeks.
I came up with a to come up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they sweat my balls,
If I drop 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 said my prayer, back to business.

Smokin on a in my own restaurant,
lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, of a G.
I'll make 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 at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya crew til the crushed,
And sweet love to every women 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 anotha chapter, dat I captured,
up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and nigga you funny,
Women love to stare dey know dey see da money.
I open up a by openin 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 crab meats.
Ice so right, rappers envy,
Dey callin all my up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin dem,
a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.