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 massaged da proof.
in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on million.
Da rumors me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey every drop.
I'm dodgin debacles like pot in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, the paper on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, lost weight.
Kimbo 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
me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
Trunk full of white, car like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef movements,
BM on dem big thangs lookin foolish.
Shawty low, big thangs poppin,
Tip on da from a trip up in Compton.
Shootin at da 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 but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in 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 about my future and the I could pin.
Walked out on a gig and I to da streets,
my name low key, I ain't heard from in weeks.
I up with 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 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,
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 loyal, snakes slithered in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggas I'm bored.

We steppin on ya crew til the crushed,
And makin sweet love to women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, wait to pay her rent,
Jackson baby mama ain't 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 cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin accounts,
a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, you could live,
I it wouldn't work, but I just like to give.
Used to run da street- nigga, bare feet,
Now I'm in da suites and I'm crab meats.
Ice so right, rappers envy,
Dey all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin bout Boss, not thinkin dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.