Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Hawks

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

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

You see, I'm 'bout to get paid and not afraid to it
To never part of the plan, I'm never quittin'
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 know I spit technique to the freshest
Gimme a call you see results in just a week
With the of a LOST HAWK
Is there a 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 feelin' high and the ain't sparked yet
The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark
No for the weak games the renegade freaks play
Follow the rules, old school, fuck a

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 when we rock a show
The (?) push, refund mine
See suckas, lay 'em with our machine 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 call
Man, them hoes'll be talkin' my rise and fall

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

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

a doubt.

I keep it movin' my life is straight
It's all, Math, Science, 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 bizzle had me "where did all the fun go"
Fast decisions made at the last
The flippin'
we goin' past the limit.

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

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

So put in my name the eternal flames.

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

It's class
Like Bob 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 like the violins.