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 once had a job tar up on da roof.
Dat boy had it hard, no fasad da truth,
So now when I menage and get it's da proof.
in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm dodgin debacles like pot in Jamaica,
We cut the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I do both but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad I write,
Dat may why the money lookin in the light.
But who really You just throw 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 dubs on dem big lookin foolish.
Shawty low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da glock from a up in Compton.
Shootin at da 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 but my choppa still 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.
Niggas was ruthless, lord dat I sinned,
But I thought about my 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 up with a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da but now everybody mad at me.
Mothafuck em all, they sweat my balls,
If I anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, ridin big,
I just sit back Look what I did.
Den I bow my and beg for forgiveness,
I said 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 seat so we 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, kill you when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin love to every women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson baby ain't askin for a cent.
the house 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 nigga you funny,
Women love to cause dey know dey see da money.
I up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, up or take it out.
Baby a gift, maybe 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 jewelers up wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.