Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Hawks

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

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

You see, I'm to get paid and not afraid to admit it
To fail's part of the plan, I'm never quittin'
I always gave it all I can, a little lazy
I (blow ??? record) Chuck 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 the rhyme
Hey Joe, could you me if 6 was 9?

You know I spit to the freshest freak
Gimme a call you will see in just a week
With the soul of a LOST
Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, talk

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

I'm feelin' high and the blunt sparked yet
The truth hit the booth just it was Clark Kent
No time for the weak games the renegade freaks
the rules, old school, fuck a cliche

I'm to the point ain't no to waste
Same rap, came back, hey, just mace
Imma spray in your face, any day, any
Cross the bay bridge with Dre and we blaze

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

You might see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose
Standin' there just like a picture without the
Yes, in the symphony call
Man, hoes'll be talkin' bout 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, Time and
I see the more money and rhymes to make
I'm tryna figures like a license plate

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

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

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

So put in my name the eternal flames.

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

It's called
Bob Marley lightin' a spliff
Only the lord how hyphy I'll get
Imma rip the city and tell a sucka "try again"
You see me flowin' to track like the violins.