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
he in the wasteland sands
raps on on backs of treasure maps. stacks to the fan
he'll rest when he's ashes. ask him after 10 miles and his mash his stashes.
Chip on his with a slip-on holster.
A clip, a folder, and his grip on a 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 the price 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 thought I told him fire and pins separate.
find out later when tries to go and rep it.
Took her to hold the money for a Victoria.
Charged in to translate it and ignored her, sorta.
One monkey stop no slaughter.
A wanna cop a quarter-ton; run for the border.
No the drill. It ain't the overkill.
skill. Still, there's no thrill.
Villain 10k bills in his pilla.
Villain when it gets realer, split the with

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix.
Do a deal for kicks and get quick.
Sketch lyrics. Bet your bottom on some vick
Ick from the broomstick. with the dumb schtick.
Sick, slick. Hit it in the book.
Only way they find him is if he in the hook.
Listen, look now. Keep walkin'.
Traded beads for this cow. Cheap talkin'.
Hawkman. Stalkin'. Hit the weed. often.
into a coffin. Might as well scoff the pork, then.
He's like warf. say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Strong Bo. Play bro.
Wear a like YO, off the thong show.
slow. He's a mongrel. Thon Won Thong Pro. (?)
For your info: when's not practicing Jim Crow
or addressin' nympho bimbo.
playing Ray J, the old tape.
Doom, well, what can I say JJ in a gold cape.
to the rim like Brim.
Villain and you won't 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 a full 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 Jake the Snake.
All massacres. He it for the dry throat.
to hit the high note.
Villian, since an itsy zygote.
By remote, send in the wagon.
Braggin' MCs packed in they feets draggin'.
These is staggerin'.
Had his PhD in Indiscreet Haggelin'.

Villain, his is clear.
Endin' this year with to spare.
Hear! Its not for the seein'.
through the ceiling after enterin' the centerbeing.
A new to sales through the roof.
A (?)
the return of the tramp.
Who do a duet jam when go to camp
for the right earn. "Nawmeen?" Vern.
We some more oil for the machines to burn.
Learn. Jiminy crickets. He lucky
like one-in-three tickets off lyrics.
One man's waste is man's 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 a mask so the charge won't grab.
On a with 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.
Cost more. It be like a style.
Doom leave the competition like a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In like off to the side street park rules.
Fools. The is never dead.
Live for a weekend. with a severed head.
Instead it was a flickted.
Split the lick.

We got to find DOOM!
Luuuuck!