Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Hawks

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

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

You see, I'm 'bout to get and not afraid to admit it
To never part of the plan, I'm never quittin'
I always it all that I can, a little lazy
I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

You might see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose
there just like a picture without the pose
Yes, in the symphony call
Man, them hoes'll be bout my rise and fall

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

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

a doubt.

I keep it till my life is straight
all, Math, Science, Time and Space
I see the more money and rhymes to make
I'm tryna seven figures like a license

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

Gotta be like Daffy 'cause the money's like Taffy
Sweet like a (?) tryna get at me
The wings of an angel cut my face
I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I my case

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

So put in my name with the flames.

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

called class
Like Bob Marley lightin' a
Only the know how hyphy I'll get
rip through the city and tell a sucka "try again"
You see me to this track like the violins.