Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man never ran crills in his hand
and won't stop until he clock in a gazzillion grand
'Til he in the sands
raps on on backs of treasure maps. to the ceiling fan
he'll rest when ashes. ask him after 10 miles and his goulashes mash his stashes.
Chip on his shoulder a slip-on holster.
A clip, a folder, and his grip on a bolder
supposed to know. It'll show when his aura glow.
Get out the row. When 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 hear have 'em in fear.
And Won't 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 new chrome smoker with the triggers broke.
I thought I told him fire and were separate.
He'll find out later when to go and rep it.
her to hold the money for a Arabic Victoria.
Charged in advance to translate it and her, sorta.
One monkey stop no slaughter.
A junkie wanna cop a run for the border.
No the drill. It worth 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.
Sketch lyrics. Bet your bottom nick on some
Ick from the broomstick. with the dumb schtick.
Sick, slick. Hit it in the book.
Only way they find him is if he in the hook.
Listen, don't look now. walkin'.
Traded three beads for cow. Cheap talkin'.
Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often.
Cough into a coffin. as well scoff the pork, then.
like warf. Some say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Strong Bo. Play bro.
Wear a like YO, off the thong show.
Flow slow. He's a mongrel. Won Thong Pro. (?)
For your info: when's not practicing Jim Crow
or some nympho bimbo.
He's Ray J, the old tape.
Doom, well, can I say like JJ in a gold cape.
to the rim like Brim.
Villain and you won't him in no gym.
Probably a bar with 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 cracks in the cement.
In any event, its like wrestling.
Get 'em like the Snake.
All massacres. He it for the dry throat.
to hit the high note.
Villian, since an itsy zygote.
By remote, send in the wagon.
MCs packed in with they feets draggin'.
These is staggerin'.
Had his PhD in Street Haggelin'.

Villain, his is clear.
Endin' year with dividends to spare.
Hear! Its not for the seein'.
Went the ceiling after enterin' the centerbeing.
A new meaning to through the roof.
A (?)
It's the of the tramp.
Who do a duet jam Earnest go to camp
for the right earn. "Nawmeen?" Vern.
We need some more oil for the to burn.
Learn. Jiminy crickets. He lucky
like one-in-three off slippery lyrics.
One man's waste is another soap.
Son's fan base. the brotherman's dope.
A real weirdo. above-weird flow.
And the way his hair as ugly as a scarecrow.
He wears a so the charge won't grab.
On a rooftop a large stone slab.
Heads up. white and thought niggerish.
to walk tight and got his off the figurish.
Black and equally as yucky.
How he handled the was strictly Dan Stuckey.
hustle. Man on fire.
Later for the than the Hadron Collider.
Cost more. It be seeming a style.
Doom leave the competition steaming a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In effect like off to the side street rules.
Fools. The roach is dead.
Live for a weekend. dehydrate with a head.
it was depicted a flickted.
Split the lick.

We got to find DOOM!
Luuuuck!