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 ?, 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 pudding and dat soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, take dem photos naked.
to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm at da top,
hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
I'm debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the on dem acres.
had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do but somehow I got by.

Creflo prayed, Mike payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, lost weight.
Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why the lookin funny 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 of white, car smell like bleu cheese.
Dat boy get salad ?, beef movements,
BM dubs on dem big lookin foolish.
Shawty low, big thangs 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 boys in da hood and you Lil' Trey,
Suppress ya appetite, we ya lil' tray.
my handgun 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 and the loops I could pin.
out on a gig and I turned to da streets,
Kept my name low key, I heard 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 sweat my balls,
If I anotha album I did dat fo my dawgs.
10 Maybachs, everybody big,
I just sit back like: 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,
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 Farrakhan aura, on the Port,
You eat from da while ya dog need a fork.
Niggas ain't loyal, snakes in dey coil,
I'm at you cuz, kill you niggas when I'm bored.

We steppin on ya crew til the crushed,
And sweet love to every women dat ya lust.
I love to pay her bills, can't to pay her rent,
Curtis baby mama ain't askin for a cent.
Burn the house down, we buy another,
forget the gas can, jealous, stupid muthafucka.
To chapter, paper dat I captured,
up in da rapture of gunshots and laughter.
Homicide is and nigga you lookin funny,
Women to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a by openin bank accounts,
a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby a gift, maybe you could live,
I it wouldn't work, but I just 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 jewelers up wat he spendin.
Thinkin Boss, not thinkin bout dem,
This a letter to my enemies, one I send.