Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man never ran with in his hand
and won't stop rockin' he clock in a gazzillion grand
'Til he in the wasteland
on on backs of treasure maps. stacks to the ceiling fan
he'll rest he's 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
they supposed to know. show when his aura glow.
Get from out the row. When he get 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 avoided bad karma.
Once an inbred skinhead a nigga-joke.
Plus a brand new chrome with the triggers broke.
I thought I told him fire and were separate.
He'll find out later when to go and rep it.
Took her to the money for a Arabic Victoria.
Charged in advance to it and ignored her, sorta.
One monkey don't 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 kicks and get quick.
Sketch lyrics. Bet your bottom nick on some
Ick from the broomstick. Come the dumb schtick.
Sick, slick. Hit it in the book.
way they find him is if he spittin' in the hook.
Listen, don't now. Keep walkin'.
Traded three for this cow. Cheap talkin'.
Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often.
Cough into a coffin. Might as well the pork, then.
He's like warf. say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Bo. Play along bro.
Wear a mask YO, off the thong show.
Flow slow. a mongrel. Thon Won Thong Pro. (?)
For info: when's he's not practicing Jim Crow
or some nympho 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 won't him in no gym.
Probably a foggy bar with the
with the dot on a guard as he on a log.
and half-baked.
Used to keep a full of work.
and half-shape.
My mistake. the track agreement.
For more g's to to line cracks in the cement.
In any event, its fake wrestling.
Get 'em Jake the Snake.
All massacres. He it for the dry throat.
Tryin' to hit the note.
Villian, an itsy bitsy zygote.
By remote, in the meat wagon.
Braggin' MCs packed in with feets draggin'.
These is staggerin'.
Had his PhD in Indiscreet Haggelin'.

Villain, his is clear.
this year with dividends to spare.
Hear! Its not for the seein'.
Went the ceiling after enterin' the centerbeing.
A new meaning to sales the roof.
A (?)
It's the of the tramp.
Who do a duet jam when Earnest go to
for the right earn. "Nawmeen?" Vern.
We need more oil for the machines to burn.
Learn. Jiminy crickets. He lucky
like one-in-three tickets off lyrics.
One man's waste is man's soap.
Son's fan base. Know the dope.
A weirdo. With above-weird flow.
And the way his hair as ugly as a scarecrow.
He a mask so the charge won't grab.
On a rooftop a large stone slab.
up. Talk white and thought niggerish.
Refused to 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.
more. It be seeming like a style.
Doom the competition steaming like a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In effect off to the side street park 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!