Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man never ran with in his hand
and won't stop until he clock in a gazzillion grand
'Til he in the sands
raps on on backs of maps. stacks to the ceiling fan
he'll rest he's ashes. ask him after 10 miles and his goulashes mash his stashes.
on his shoulder with 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 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 time he 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 an inbred skinhead a nigga-joke.
Plus a brand new chrome smoker the triggers broke.
I thought I told him and pins were separate.
find out later when 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 monkey don't 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.
puttin' 10k bills in his pilla.
Villain when it gets realer, the scrilla with

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix.
Do a for kicks and get rich quick.
Sketch lyrics. Bet your nick on some vick
Ick the broomstick. Come with the dumb schtick.
Sick, slick. Hit it in the book.
Only way they him is if he spittin' in the hook.
Listen, look now. Keep walkin'.
Traded three beads for this cow. talkin'.
Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often.
Cough into a coffin. Might as scoff the pork, then.
He's like warf. say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Strong Bo. along bro.
a mask like YO, off the thong show.
Flow slow. He's a mongrel. Thon Won Pro. (?)
For info: when's he's not practicing Jim Crow
or addressin' nympho bimbo.
playing Ray J, the old tape.
Doom, well, can I say like JJ in a gold cape.
Villain to the rim Brim.
Villain and you find 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 a full stock of work.
and half-shape.
My mistake. Sign the agreement.
For g's to to line than cracks in the cement.
In any event, its fake 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 in with they feets draggin'.
stats 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 ceiling enterin' the centerbeing.
A new meaning to through 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 some oil for the machines to burn.
Learn. Jiminy crickets. He lucky
like tickets off slippery lyrics.
One man's waste is another soap.
Son's fan base. Know the dope.
A real weirdo. above-weird flow.
And the way his hair grow as as a scarecrow.
He wears a mask so the charge grab.
On a rooftop with a stone slab.
up. Talk white and thought niggerish.
Refused to tight and got his off the figurish.
licorice and equally as yucky.
How he the money was strictly Dan Stuckey.
hustle. Man on fire.
Later for the date than the Collider.
Cost more. It be seeming a style.
leave the competition steaming like a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In effect like off to the street park rules.
Fools. The is never dead.
Live for a weekend. dehydrate a severed head.
Instead it was a flickted.
Split the lick.

We have got to DOOM!
Luuuuck!