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 when I menage and get it's da proof.
Proof's in da and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem naked.
Listenin to niggas whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I flip my middle finga, I'm on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm at da top,
These hoes so 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, Mike payed,
Bobby strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad I write,
Dat may why the money lookin in the light.
But who really cares? You just it in the air,
Celebratin wealth, pourin Mot in her
me, her weeve- the bluest of weed,
Trunk full of white, car smell like cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef movements,
BM dubs on dem big thangs foolish.
Shawty sittin low, big 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 in da hood and nigga you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we takin ya 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 better den roofin dat 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 ain't 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, they from my balls,
If I anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, everybody big,
I just sit back like: Look 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 so we could eat.
A aura, paws on the Port,
You eat from da while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes in dey coil,
I'm laughin at you cuz, kill you when I'm bored.

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