Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Hawks

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

I'm Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new John
in my lusty ways
You see my face in a magazine and can't the page.

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

You know I spit technique to the freshest
a call you will see results in just a week
With the of a LOST HAWK
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 stay after me, it's a catastrophe,
Talkin' shit in the factory.

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

I'm to the point ain't no time to
Same rap, 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 bush when we 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 clothes
Standin' there just like a picture the pose
Yes, y'all in the symphony
Man, hoes'll be talkin' bout my rise and fall

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

My gun-mouth that made it way down
With the whole 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 rhymes to make
I'm tryna seven figures a license plate

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

Gotta be greedy like Daffy the money's like Taffy
like a (?) that's tryna get at me
The wings of an just cut my face
I say nothin' man, yo I spit my case

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

So put in my with the eternal flames.

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

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