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 these ladies foolin' me

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

You see, I'm 'bout to get and not afraid to admit it
To fail's never part of the plan, I'm never
I always gave it all I can, a little lazy
I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the

pumpin' like 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 I spit technique to the freshest freak
Gimme a you will see results in just a week
With the soul of a HAWK
Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, talk

Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's
your 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 just like it was 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, back, hey, just like mace
spray in your face, any day, any place
Cross the bay rollin' 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 down with our gun rhymes.

You might see me at my shows in my Rose clothes
Standin' there just like a picture the pose
Yes, in the symphony call
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 walkin' through

My that made it way down south
With the whole strip scene to figure it out

a doubt.

I keep it movin' till my is straight
all, Math, Science, Time and Space
I see the more money and rhymes to make
I'm tryna seven figures like a plate

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

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

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

So put in my with the eternal flames.

I'm so hot, the meltin'
Please the degrees that I kick his black in
Freeze into a gas, I blows mixed Purp with Hash
Do the math, young Queezy the map

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