Luyện nghe bài hát Gazzillion Ear

Villain man never ran with crills in his
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.
on his shoulder with 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 to change the price again
they go up each he blow up, like, hydrogen.
Villian hear have 'em in fear.
And top-illin' until he a gazzillionaire.
and stare. Yeah, ya boy had drama.
Got him on a mental avoided bad karma.
Once sold an inbred a nigga-joke.
Plus a brand new chrome smoker with the broke.
I thought I told him fire and pins separate.
He'll out later when tries to go and rep it.
Took her to the money for a Arabic Victoria.
Charged in advance to translate it and her, sorta.
One monkey don't no slaughter.
A junkie wanna cop a run for the border.
No the drill. It worth the overkill.
Flow skill. Still, no thrill.
puttin' 10k bills in his pilla.
Villain it gets realer, split the scrilla with

Dilla, Dilla, mix, mix, mix.
Do a deal for kicks and get quick.
Sketch lyrics. Bet your bottom nick on 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.
Cough into a coffin. Might as well the pork, then.
He's like warf. say stronger, though.
Off the top Jay Strong Bo. Play bro.
Wear a mask YO, off the thong show.
Flow slow. a mongrel. Thon Won Thong Pro. (?)
For your info: when's he's not practicing Jim
or addressin' some bimbo.
He's Ray J, the old tape.
Doom, well, what can I say like JJ in a cape.
Villain to the rim Brim.
and you won't find 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 full 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 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, in the meat wagon.
Braggin' MCs packed in they feets draggin'.
These is staggerin'.
Had his PhD in Street Haggelin'.

Villain, his is clear.
Endin' this year dividends to spare.
Hear! Its not for the seein'.
Went through the ceiling after the centerbeing.
A new meaning to sales the roof.
A (?)
the return of the tramp.
Who do a duet jam when Earnest go to
for the earn. "Nawmeen?" like Vern.
We need some oil for the machines to burn.
Learn. Jiminy crickets. He lucky
one-in-three tickets 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 with a large stone slab.
Heads up. white and thought niggerish.
Refused to walk 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 than the Hadron 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 roach is dead.
for a weekend. dehydrate with a severed head.
Instead it was a flickted.
Split the lick.

We have got to DOOM!
Luuuuck!