Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Hawks

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

I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' 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 'bout to get and not afraid to admit it
To fail's part of the plan, I'm never quittin'
I always gave it all that I can, a little
I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a doubt.

I it movin' till my life 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 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 like Daffy 'cause the money's like Taffy
like a (?) that's tryna get at me
The of an angel just cut my face
I say nothin' man, yo I spit my case

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

So put in my with the eternal flames.

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

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