Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man ran with crills in his hand
and stop rockin' until he clock in a gazzillion grand
he in the wasteland sands
raps on on backs of treasure maps. to the ceiling 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
they supposed to know. 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 change the again
they go up time he blow up, like, hydrogen.
hear have 'em shrillin' in fear.
And Won't top-illin' he a gazzillionaire.
and stare. Yeah, ya boy had drama.
Got him on a mental plane; bad karma.
sold an inbred skinhead a nigga-joke.
Plus a brand new smoker with the triggers broke.
I thought I him fire and pins were separate.
He'll find out 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 junkie wanna cop a 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 realer, split the scrilla with

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix.
Do a for kicks and get rich quick.
Sketch lyrics. Bet your 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 look now. walkin'.
Traded three beads for 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. along bro.
a mask like YO, off the thong show.
Flow slow. a mongrel. Thon Won Thong Pro. (?)
For your info: when'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.
to the rim like Brim.
Villain and you find him in no gym.
Probably a foggy bar with the
with the dot on a guard as he 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 line than 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 bitsy 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.
this year with dividends to spare.
Hear! Its not for the seein'.
Went through the after enterin' the centerbeing.
A new meaning to sales the roof.
A (?)
It's the 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. crickets. He gets lucky
like one-in-three off slippery lyrics.
One man's is another 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 wears a mask so the won't grab.
On a rooftop with a large slab.
Heads up. white and thought niggerish.
Refused to walk and got his off the figurish.
Black licorice and as yucky.
How he the money 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 competition like a pile.
Smile. Sparkling jewels.
In effect like off to the street park rules.
Fools. The is never dead.
for a weekend. dehydrate with a severed head.
Instead it was a flickted.
Split the lick.

We have got to DOOM!
Luuuuck!