Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man ran with crills in his hand
and won't stop rockin' until he clock in a grand
'Til he in the wasteland
raps on on backs of maps. stacks to the ceiling fan
he'll when 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 grip on a poster
they supposed to know. It'll 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
go up each time he blow up, like, hydrogen.
Villian have 'em shrillin' in fear.
And Won't until he a gazzillionaire.
and stare. Yeah, ya boy had drama.
Got him on a mental plane; bad karma.
Once sold an inbred a nigga-joke.
Plus a new chrome smoker with the triggers broke.
I I told him fire and pins were separate.
find out later when tries to go and rep it.
Took her to hold the for a Arabic Victoria.
Charged in to translate it and ignored her, sorta.
One don't stop 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 10k bills 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 your bottom nick on some
Ick from the broomstick. Come 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 three 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 mask like YO, off the show.
Flow slow. He's a mongrel. Thon Won Pro. (?)
For your info: when's he's not Jim Crow
or addressin' some 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 guard as he on a log.
and half-baked.
Used to keep a full of work.
and half-shape.
My mistake. the track agreement.
For more g's to to line than in the cement.
In any event, its like wrestling.
Get 'em Jake the Snake.
All massacres. He it for the dry throat.
Tryin' to hit the note.
Villian, an itsy 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 with dividends to spare.
Hear! Its not for the seein'.
Went through the after enterin' the centerbeing.
A new to sales through the roof.
A (?)
the return of the tramp.
Who do a duet jam Earnest go to camp
for the earn. "Nawmeen?" like Vern.
We need some oil for the machines to burn.
Learn. Jiminy crickets. He lucky
like one-in-three off slippery lyrics.
One man's waste is man's 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 a mask so the charge won't grab.
On a rooftop with a large slab.
Heads up. white and thought niggerish.
Refused to tight and got his off the figurish.
Black licorice and as yucky.
How he handled the was strictly Dan Stuckey.
hustle. Man on fire.
Later for the than the Hadron Collider.
Cost more. It be seeming a style.
Doom leave the steaming like a pile.
Smile. *Ding* jewels.
In effect like off to the street park rules.
Fools. The roach is dead.
Live for a weekend. dehydrate with a head.
Instead it was a flickted.
Split the lick.

We have got to DOOM!
Luuuuck!