Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Hawks

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

I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new John
in my lusty ways
You see my face in a magazine and 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 quittin'
I always gave it all that I can, a lazy
I (blow ??? record) Chuck up on the daily

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

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

Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, walk
Watch spirit get knocked out the ballpark
Gold diggers stay after me, a catastrophe,
shit 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 games the renegade freaks
the rules, old school, fuck a cliche

I'm to the point no time to waste
Same rap, came back, hey, just like
spray 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 we rock a show
The (?) push, Imma refund
See suckas, lay 'em down with our gun rhymes.

You might see me at my in my Nicky Rose clothes
Standin' there like a picture without the pose
Yes, y'all in the 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 hoop
But walkin' court

My gun-mouth that made it way down
With the whole 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 bizzle had me "where did all the fun go"
Fast decisions made at the last
The cash
Fasho' we past the limit.

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

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

So put in my with the eternal flames.

I'm so hot, the meltin'
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

It's called
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 to this track like the violins.