Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man never ran crills in his hand
and stop rockin' until he clock in a gazzillion grand
'Til he in the sands
raps on on of treasure maps. stacks to the ceiling fan
he'll rest when he's ashes. ask him after 10 miles and his mash his stashes.
Chip on his shoulder a slip-on holster.
A clip, a folder, and his grip on a poster
they to know. It'll show when his aura glow.
Get from out the row. he get dough: its horrible.
is money. Spend, waste, save, invest, the fest.
The tin of (?)
yes. Y'all, don't ya trickles.
The best pitch in. Rub to get a nickles.
When tut-tut. He about to change the again
they go up each he blow up, like, hydrogen.
Villian have 'em shrillin' in fear.
And top-illin' until he a gazzillionaire.
and stare. Yeah, ya boy had drama.
Got him on a mental plane; bad karma.
Once sold an inbred a nigga-joke.
Plus a brand new chrome with the triggers broke.
I I told him fire and pins were separate.
find out later when tries to go and rep it.
Took her to the money for a Arabic Victoria.
Charged in to translate it and ignored her, sorta.
One monkey stop no slaughter.
A junkie cop a quarter-ton; run for the border.
No the drill. It ain't the overkill.
Flow skill. Still, no thrill.
Villain 10k bills in his pilla.
Villain it gets realer, split the scrilla with

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix.
Do a deal for and get rich quick.
lyrics. Bet your bottom nick on some vick
Ick from the broomstick. with the dumb schtick.
Sick, slick. Hit it in the book.
Only way find him is if he spittin' in the hook.
Listen, look now. Keep walkin'.
three beads for this cow. Cheap talkin'.
Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often.
Cough into a coffin. as well scoff the pork, then.
He's like warf. say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Strong Bo. along bro.
Wear a mask YO, off the thong show.
Flow slow. He's a mongrel. Thon Won Pro. (?)
For your info: when's not practicing Jim Crow
or addressin' some bimbo.
He's Ray J, the old tape.
Doom, well, what can I say JJ in a gold cape.
to the rim like Brim.
Villain and you find him in no gym.
Probably a foggy bar the frogs
the dot on a guard as he squat on a log.
and half-baked.
Used to keep a stock of work.
and half-shape.
My mistake. Sign the agreement.
For more g's to to line than in the cement.
In any event, its fake wrestling.
Get 'em like the Snake.
All massacres. He it for the dry throat.
Tryin' to hit the note.
Villian, an itsy bitsy zygote.
By remote, send in the wagon.
Braggin' MCs packed in they feets draggin'.
These is staggerin'.
Had his PhD in Street Haggelin'.

Villain, his is clear.
Endin' this year with to spare.
Hear! Its not for the seein'.
Went through the after enterin' the centerbeing.
A new meaning to sales the roof.
A (?)
It's the of the tramp.
Who do a duet jam when go to camp
for the right earn. "Nawmeen?" Vern.
We some more oil for the machines to burn.
Learn. crickets. He gets lucky
like one-in-three off slippery lyrics.
One man's is another man's soap.
Son's fan base. Know the dope.
A real weirdo. With flow.
And the way his grow as ugly as a scarecrow.
He wears a so the charge won't grab.
On a rooftop a large stone slab.
Heads up. Talk and thought niggerish.
to walk tight and got his off the figurish.
Black and equally as yucky.
How he handled the money was Dan Stuckey.
hustle. Man on fire.
Later for the date than the Collider.
Cost more. It be like a style.
leave the competition steaming like a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In effect like off to the side park rules.
Fools. The is never dead.
Live for a weekend. dehydrate a severed head.
it was depicted a flickted.
Split the lick.

We got to find DOOM!
Luuuuck!