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 bakin 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 rumors turn me on I'm at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey every drop.
I'm dodgin debacles pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, the paper on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both but 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 the bluest of weed,
full 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 gave her to da block, I one time.
We boys in da hood and nigga you 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 roofin dat be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, knows dat I sinned,
But I thought my future and the loops I could pin.
Walked out on a gig and I 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, sweat from my balls,
If I drop anotha I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, everybody big,
I just sit like: Look 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 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 while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes 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 love to pay her bills, can't 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,
Caught up in da of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and you lookin funny,
Women love to 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 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, rappers envy,
Dey all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not bout dem,
a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.