Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Hawks

I'm Serious, Steady B
I dip a like Freddy B
I talk to these ladies like D
Cause I can't have ladies foolin' me

I'm bumpin' Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new John
in my lusty ways
You see my in a magazine and can't turn the page.

You see, I'm to get paid and not afraid to admit it
To fail's never part of the plan, I'm never
I always gave it all that I can, a lazy
I (blow ??? record) like up on the daily

Adrenaline pumpin' a piston
Got me so I'm in the sky and I kissed it
Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the
Hey Joe, could you me if 6 was 9?

You know I spit to the freshest freak
Gimme a call you will see results in a week
the soul of a LOST HAWK
Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's

Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, walk
Watch your spirit get out the ballpark
Gold diggers stay me, it's a catastrophe,
Talkin' in the cheesecake factory.

I'm feelin' and the blunt ain't sparked yet
The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark
No time for the weak games the freaks play
Follow the rules, old school, a cliche

I'm to the point no time to waste
Same rap, came back, hey, just mace
Imma spray in your face, any day, any
Cross the bay rollin' with Dre and we blaze

A chronicle, 30 of up in the optimo
We roll trees by the bush when we rock a
The (?) push, Imma refund
See suckas, lay 'em with our machine gun rhymes.

You see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose clothes
Standin' there just like a picture the pose
Yes, y'all in the call
Man, them hoes'll be talkin' my rise and fall

How I did 'em all
And was I to ball
Yo, but not on the hoop
But through court

My gun-mouth that made it way south
the whole strip scene tryin' to figure it out

a doubt.

I keep it movin' till my is straight
It's all, Math, Science, and Space
I see the money and these rhymes to make
I'm tryna seven figures like a license

Come on, I roll often, my unknown
The had me thinkin' "where did all the fun go"
Fast made at the last minute
The cash
Fasho' we past the limit.

Gotta be greedy like Daffy 'cause the money's Taffy
Sweet like a (?) tryna get at me
The wings of an angel cut my face
I say nothin' man, yo I spit my case

Playboy, it's magic
Man, in a
Mad an addict in the sports (?) bracket
Spit hot nickels they quarters, man

So put in my with the eternal flames.

I'm so hot, the meltin'
Please the degrees I kick his black belt in
Freeze MC's into a gas, I blows mixed Purp with
Do the math, young Queezy the map

It's class
Bob Marley lightin' a spliff
Only the lord know how I'll get
Imma rip through the city and tell a "try again"
You see me flowin' to this track the violins.