Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Hawks

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

I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new John
Lost in my lusty
You see my face in a magazine and turn the page.

You see, I'm 'bout to get and not afraid to admit it
To fail's never 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

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

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

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

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

I'm to the point ain't no time to
Same rap, came back, hey, just mace
Imma spray in face, any day, any place
Cross the bay rollin' with 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 our machine gun rhymes.

You might see me at my in my Nicky Rose clothes
Standin' there just like a picture the pose
Yes, y'all in the symphony
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 hoop
But walkin' court

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

a doubt.

I keep it movin' my life is straight
It's all, Math, Science, Time and
I see the more money and these to make
I'm tryna seven figures like a plate

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

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

Playboy, like magic
Man, in a
Mad like an addict in the (?) bracket
Spit hot nickels till quarters, man

So put in my name with the flames.

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

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