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,
once had a job pourin tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no it's da truth,
So now I menage and get massaged it's da proof.
in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem naked.
Listenin to like whistlin 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 catchin drop.
I'm dodgin like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do but somehow I got by.

prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney weight.
Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the money funny in the light.
But who cares? You just throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, pourin Mot in her
Excuse me, her weeve- the of weed,
Trunk of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, bout movements,
BM on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big poppin,
Tip on da from a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- one time.
I her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya 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 future and the loops I pin.
Walked out on a gig and I 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, 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.

Smokin on a in my own restaurant,
lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, of a G.
Beef? I'll make you dinner, take a so we could eat.
A aura, paws on the Port,
You eat from da bowl while ya dog a fork.
ain't loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya 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,
Jackson baby mama ain't askin for a cent.
Burn the down, we gotta buy another,
Don't the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To chapter, paper dat I captured,
up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is and nigga you lookin funny,
Women to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a by openin bank accounts,
a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you live,
I knew it work, but I just like to give.
to run da street- young nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da and I'm eatin crab meats.
Ice so right, otha envy,
Dey callin all my up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not bout dem,
a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.