Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man never ran with in his hand
and won't rockin' until he clock in a gazzillion grand
'Til he in the sands
raps on on of treasure maps. stacks to the ceiling fan
he'll rest when he's ashes. ask him after 10 miles and his mash his stashes.
Chip on his shoulder a slip-on holster.
A clip, a folder, and his grip on a poster
they supposed to know. It'll show when his 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, forget ya trickles.
The ballers pitch in. Rub to get a nickles.
When tut-tut. He about to change the 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 plane; avoided bad karma.
Once sold an inbred a nigga-joke.
Plus a brand new chrome 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.
Charged in to translate it and ignored her, sorta.
One monkey stop 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.
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.
Sketch lyrics. Bet bottom nick on some vick
Ick from the broomstick. Come the dumb schtick.
Sick, slick. Hit it in the book.
Only way find him is if he spittin' in the hook.
Listen, don't now. Keep walkin'.
Traded beads for this cow. Cheap talkin'.
Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often.
Cough a coffin. Might as well scoff the pork, then.
He's like warf. say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Strong Bo. along bro.
Wear a mask like YO, off the show.
Flow slow. He's a mongrel. Won Thong Pro. (?)
For your info: when's he's not Jim Crow
or some nympho bimbo.
playing 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 foggy bar the frogs
with the dot on a as he squat 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 like the Snake.
All massacres. He it for the dry throat.
Tryin' to hit the note.
Villian, since an itsy zygote.
By remote, send in the 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 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. crickets. He gets 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. With flow.
And the way his hair grow as as a scarecrow.
He a mask so the charge won't grab.
On a rooftop with a stone slab.
Heads up. Talk and thought niggerish.
to walk 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 the Hadron Collider.
Cost more. It be like a style.
leave the competition steaming like a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In effect like off to the street park rules.
Fools. The roach is dead.
for a weekend. dehydrate with a severed head.
Instead it was a flickted.
Split the lick.

We got to find DOOM!
Luuuuck!