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 wasteland
raps on on backs of treasure maps. stacks to the fan
rest when he's ashes. ask him after 10 miles and his goulashes mash his stashes.
Chip on his shoulder a slip-on holster.
A clip, a folder, and his grip on a poster
they supposed to know. It'll show when his 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 to change the price again
they go up each time he 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 an inbred skinhead a nigga-joke.
Plus a brand new smoker with the triggers broke.
I thought I told him and pins were separate.
He'll find out later tries to go and rep it.
Took her to hold the for a Arabic Victoria.
in advance 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.
skill. Still, there's no thrill.
Villain 10k bills 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 bottom nick on 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 now. Keep 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. Play bro.
a mask like YO, off the thong show.
Flow slow. a mongrel. Thon Won Thong Pro. (?)
For info: when's he's not practicing Jim Crow
or addressin' some bimbo.
playing Ray J, the old tape.
Doom, well, what can I say like JJ in a cape.
to the rim like Brim.
Villain and you find him in no gym.
Probably a 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 g's to to line 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, an itsy bitsy zygote.
By remote, in the meat wagon.
Braggin' MCs packed in they feets draggin'.
These 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 through the after enterin' the centerbeing.
A new meaning to through 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. Jiminy crickets. He lucky
like one-in-three off slippery lyrics.
One man's waste is another soap.
Son's fan base. the brotherman's dope.
A real weirdo. above-weird flow.
And the way his hair as ugly as a scarecrow.
He wears a mask so the charge grab.
On a rooftop a large stone slab.
Heads up. white and thought niggerish.
Refused to tight and got his off the figurish.
licorice and equally 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 seeming a style.
Doom leave the steaming like a pile.
Smile. Sparkling jewels.
In effect like off to the side street rules.
Fools. The is never dead.
for a weekend. dehydrate with a severed head.
Instead it was a flickted.
Split the lick.

We got to find DOOM!
Luuuuck!