Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Hawks

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

I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Hoes dot com
The mo' god'Khan in a new John
Lost in my ways
You see my in a magazine 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 it all that I can, a little lazy
I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the

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

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

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

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

I'm to the point no time to waste
Same rap, back, hey, just like mace
spray in your face, any day, any place
Cross the bay bridge with Dre and we blaze

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

You see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose clothes
Standin' just like a picture without 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 court
But through court

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

a doubt.

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

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

Gotta be greedy like Daffy 'cause the money's like
Sweet like a (?) that's 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 like an in the sports (?) bracket
Spit hot nickels till quarters, man

So put in my name with the flames.

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

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