Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man never ran with crills in his
and won't stop rockin' until he clock in a grand
'Til he in the wasteland
raps on on of treasure maps. stacks to the ceiling fan
he'll rest when he's ashes. ask him 10 miles and his goulashes mash his stashes.
Chip on his shoulder a slip-on holster.
A clip, a folder, and his on a bolder poster
they supposed to know. 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 ballers 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 hear 'em shrillin' in fear.
And top-illin' until he a gazzillionaire.
and stare. Yeah, ya boy had drama.
Got him on a plane; avoided bad karma.
Once an inbred skinhead a nigga-joke.
Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the broke.
I I told him fire and pins 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 worth the overkill.
Flow skill. Still, no thrill.
Villain puttin' 10k in his pilla.
Villain when it gets realer, split the with

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix.
Do a deal for and get rich quick.
Sketch lyrics. Bet your bottom nick on vick
Ick from the broomstick. Come with the schtick.
Sick, slick. Hit it in the book.
Only way they find him is if he in the hook.
Listen, don't look now. walkin'.
Traded three beads for this cow. talkin'.
Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often.
into a coffin. Might as well scoff the pork, then.
He's warf. Some say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Strong Bo. Play bro.
a mask like YO, off the thong show.
Flow slow. a mongrel. Thon Won Thong Pro. (?)
For your info: 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.
Villain to the rim 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 keep a stock of work.
and half-shape.
My mistake. the track agreement.
For more g's to to than cracks in the cement.
In any event, its like wrestling.
Get 'em like the Snake.
All massacres. He it for the dry throat.
Tryin' to hit the note.
Villian, since an bitsy zygote.
By remote, in the meat wagon.
Braggin' MCs packed in with feets draggin'.
stats is staggerin'.
Had his PhD in Indiscreet Haggelin'.

Villain, his is clear.
this year with dividends to spare.
Hear! Its not for the seein'.
Went the ceiling after 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 earn. "Nawmeen?" like Vern.
We some more oil for the machines to burn.
Learn. crickets. He gets lucky
like one-in-three off slippery lyrics.
One waste is another man's soap.
fan base. Know the brotherman's dope.
A real weirdo. With 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 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 the Hadron Collider.
more. It be seeming like a style.
Doom leave the steaming like a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In like off to the side street park rules.
Fools. The is never dead.
for a weekend. dehydrate with a severed head.
Instead it was a flickted.
the wicks lick.

We got to find DOOM!
Luuuuck!