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 like "Honey da roof?"
up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? 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 I menage and get massaged it's da proof.
Proof's in da and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, take dem photos naked.
Listenin to like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm on twenty million.
Da rumors me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey every drop.
I'm dodgin debacles pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I do both but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Mike payed,
Brown 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 throw it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, Mot in her hair-
me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
Trunk of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get ?, beef bout movements,
BM dubs on dem big thangs foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big poppin,
Tip on da glock from a up in Compton.
Shootin at da cops- one time.
I her to da block, I fucked one time.
We boys in da hood and you Lil' Trey,
ya appetite, we takin ya lil' tray.
Love my handgun but my choppa da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm too to quit.
1996, was the shit,
But dat were den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin.
Niggas was ruthless, knows dat I sinned,
But I thought about my and the loops 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 came up with a strategy to up mathematically,
I did it for da city but now 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: 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 seat so we eat.
A Farrakhan aura, on the Port,
You eat from da while 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 on ya crew til the mothafuckas crushed,
And makin love to every women dat ya lust.
I to pay her bills, can't wait to pay her rent,
Curtis Jackson mama ain't askin for a cent.
the house down, we gotta buy another,
Don't forget the gas can, jealous, muthafucka.
To chapter, paper dat I captured,
up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is human and nigga you funny,
Women love to stare cause dey dey see da money.
I open up a by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, up or take it out.
Baby dats a gift, you could 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 and I'm eatin crab meats.
Ice so right, otha envy,
Dey all my jewelers up askin wat he spendin.
Thinkin Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
a letter to my enemies, one I won't send.