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 it's da truth,
So now when I menage and get it's da proof.
Proof's in da pudding and dat soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta dem photos naked.
Listenin to like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on 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, the paper 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 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,
wealth, pourin Mot in her hair-
Excuse me, her weeve- the of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef movements,
BM on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big poppin,
Tip on da glock from a up in Compton.
at da cops- fuck one time.
I gave her to da block, I one time.
We in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we 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.
Niggas was ruthless, lord dat I sinned,
But I thought about my and the loops I could pin.
out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I ain't heard in weeks.
I came up a strategy to come up mathematically,
I did it for da but now everybody mad at me.
em all, they sweat from my balls,
If I drop anotha I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, ridin big,
I just sit back like: Look I did.
Den I bow my and beg for forgiveness,
Once I said my prayer, everybody to business.

Smokin on a in my own restaurant,
People lookin a distance think I'm Big Daddy Kunk,
Reincarnated, of a G.
Beef? I'll you dinner, take a seat so we could eat.
A Farrakhan aura, on the Port,
You eat from da bowl ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, 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 mama ain't for a cent.
Burn the down, we gotta buy another,
Don't the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To anotha chapter, dat I captured,
Caught up in da rapture of 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,
Deposit a 100 stacks, up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, maybe you live,
I knew it wouldn't work, but I like to give.
Used to run da street- young nigga, 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.
bout Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
This a to my enemies, one I won't send.