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 wasteland
raps on on 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 with a holster.
A clip, a folder, and his on a bolder poster
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 price
they go up time 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 sold an inbred a nigga-joke.
a brand new chrome smoker with the triggers broke.
I thought I told him and pins were separate.
He'll find out later tries to go and rep it.
Took her to the money for a Arabic Victoria.
in advance to translate it and ignored her, sorta.
One don't stop no slaughter.
A junkie wanna cop a 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 it gets realer, split the scrilla with

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix.
Do a deal for kicks and get quick.
lyrics. Bet your bottom nick on some vick
Ick from the broomstick. Come with the schtick.
Sick, slick. Hit it in the book.
Only way they him is if he spittin' in the hook.
Listen, don't look now. walkin'.
Traded beads for this cow. Cheap talkin'.
Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often.
Cough into a coffin. Might as scoff the pork, then.
like warf. Some say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Bo. Play along bro.
Wear a mask like YO, off the show.
Flow slow. He's a mongrel. Won Thong Pro. (?)
For info: when's he's not practicing Jim Crow
or addressin' nympho bimbo.
He's Ray J, the old tape.
Doom, well, what can I say like JJ in a cape.
Villain to the rim Brim.
Villain and you find him in no gym.
Probably a foggy bar 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 like wrestling.
Get 'em Jake the Snake.
All massacres. He it for the dry throat.
to hit the high note.
Villian, since an bitsy zygote.
By remote, in the meat wagon.
Braggin' MCs packed in they feets draggin'.
stats is staggerin'.
Had his PhD in Indiscreet 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 through the roof.
A (?)
the return of the tramp.
Who do a jam when Earnest go to camp
for the earn. "Nawmeen?" like Vern.
We need more oil for the machines to burn.
Learn. Jiminy crickets. He lucky
like tickets off slippery lyrics.
One man's is another man's soap.
Son's fan base. the brotherman's dope.
A real weirdo. above-weird 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.
Refused to walk and got his off the figurish.
Black licorice and as yucky.
How he handled the was strictly Dan Stuckey.
hustle. Man on fire.
Later for the date the Hadron Collider.
Cost more. It be seeming a style.
Doom leave the competition like a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In like off to the side street park rules.
Fools. The roach is dead.
Live for a weekend. dehydrate with a head.
Instead it was a flickted.
the wicks lick.

We got to find DOOM!
Luuuuck!