Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man never ran with crills in his
and won't stop rockin' until he clock in a gazzillion
'Til he in the wasteland
on on backs of treasure maps. stacks to the ceiling fan
he'll when 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. It'll show 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, forget ya trickles.
The best ballers in. Rub to get a nickles.
When tut-tut. He about to the price again
go up each time he blow up, like, hydrogen.
Villian have 'em shrillin' in fear.
And Won't top-illin' he a gazzillionaire.
and stare. Yeah, ya boy had drama.
Got him on a mental plane; bad karma.
Once an inbred skinhead a nigga-joke.
a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke.
I thought I told him fire and were separate.
find out later when tries 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 cop a quarter-ton; run for the border.
No the drill. It ain't the overkill.
skill. Still, there's no thrill.
Villain puttin' 10k in his pilla.
Villain when it gets realer, 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 they find him is if he 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. Might as well the pork, then.
like warf. Some say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Strong Bo. along bro.
Wear a mask like YO, off the show.
slow. He's 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, can I say like JJ in a gold cape.
to the rim like Brim.
Villain and you find him in no gym.
a foggy bar with the frogs
with the dot on a guard as he on a log.
and half-baked.
Used to keep a stock of work.
and half-shape.
My mistake. the track agreement.
For g's to to line than cracks 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 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 through the ceiling after the centerbeing.
A new meaning to sales the roof.
A (?)
the return of the tramp.
Who do a duet jam when Earnest go to
for the earn. "Nawmeen?" like 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. the brotherman's dope.
A weirdo. With above-weird flow.
And the way his grow as ugly as a scarecrow.
He a mask so the charge won't grab.
On a rooftop a large stone slab.
Heads up. Talk white and niggerish.
Refused to walk and got his off the figurish.
Black licorice and as yucky.
How he the money 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 like a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In effect like off to the side street rules.
Fools. The roach is dead.
Live for a weekend. dehydrate a severed head.
it was depicted a flickted.
Split the lick.

We have got to DOOM!
Luuuuck!