Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man never ran with crills in his
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 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
they to know. It'll show when his aura glow.
Get from out the row. he get dough: its horrible.
is money. Spend, waste, save, invest, the fest.
The tin of (?)
yes. Y'all, forget ya trickles.
The best pitch in. Rub to get a nickles.
When tut-tut. He about to change the price
they go up each he blow up, like, hydrogen.
Villian hear have 'em in fear.
And Won't until he a gazzillionaire.
and stare. Yeah, ya boy had drama.
Got him on a plane; avoided bad karma.
sold an inbred skinhead a nigga-joke.
Plus a brand new chrome smoker 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 wanna cop a quarter-ton; run for the border.
No the drill. It worth 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 kicks and get quick.
Sketch lyrics. Bet bottom nick on some vick
Ick from the broomstick. Come with the schtick.
Sick, slick. Hit it in the book.
Only way find him is if he spittin' in the hook.
Listen, don't look now. walkin'.
three beads for this cow. Cheap talkin'.
Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often.
Cough into a coffin. Might as scoff the pork, then.
He's warf. Some say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Bo. Play along bro.
Wear a mask 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.
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 full of work.
and half-shape.
My mistake. Sign the 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, since an itsy zygote.
By remote, in the meat wagon.
Braggin' MCs in with they feets draggin'.
These is staggerin'.
Had his PhD in Indiscreet Haggelin'.

Villain, his is clear.
Endin' this year dividends to spare.
Hear! Its not for the seein'.
through 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 go to camp
for the right earn. "Nawmeen?" Vern.
We need more oil for the machines to burn.
Learn. Jiminy crickets. He gets
like one-in-three off slippery lyrics.
One man's waste is another soap.
fan base. Know the brotherman's dope.
A weirdo. With above-weird flow.
And the way his hair grow as as a scarecrow.
He wears a mask so the won't grab.
On a with 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 was strictly Dan Stuckey.
hustle. Man on fire.
Later for the date than the Collider.
Cost more. It be like a style.
Doom leave the steaming like a pile.
Smile. Sparkling jewels.
In like off to the side 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!