Luyện nghe bài hát Avalanche

[Verse: MF
I'd like to start off by our sponsor
For financing the parts for Frankenstein monster
with my partner who's a bro of few words
We did this research for nerds and two birds
do a show, same time watch it
And to give 'em more than just hock spit
MC extraordinaire, technique sort of
Caught a glare, sure to scare, next week to share
From the most artists this year and forever
Villain 'nem, ya mean big love ya
Definitely felonies, me
Treacherously MC, B, set 'em free
Let me see, that strategy's
G's all in the with the batteries and Z-Rims
He, him stalked the concrete with
And won't corns when it's on like the stun gun
*tsssst* Not so

Funyun rappers eat rocks, over beatboxing
punks with a stock flow
And make them fresh with no socks for hocko
been as high as Kathmandu
And tilted to the side like fat man's shoe
Look, not to give a signal
The rap got more toys than Kris Kringle
And he's fake, yer ears is not
I can't believe my eyeballs no more "Steveland"
No wonder,

Snuck him an unexpected blow from a lefty
Caught me, almost an eye out
Felt good though, with the cotton dry mouth
out
Okay, time in
Never seen a living human being black skin
What's crackin'? Besides trees and wheezing
For no working like a broken tetrahedron
He get and get even

Still get mad when it's to get v-vanilla
They the Don had gone silent
And since deep in the studies he's non-violence
Don't make him have to skip some
And up an old can of whoop-ass with the fastness
Cut the raw melatonin put a more in
Strip full of whores and grown men snoring
the block sown like Thread and Bobbin Bonus
And make sure the seeds know they'd never own this
Beat a dead pony and sell the corpse for
Get a off the proceeds for the shoe
No need to bleed if no pig to do
Flew a fly flow with the speed of Mr.
a wad on a platinum card debit
Come broke as hell ask the god for credit
it

The is like a hand crafted ghillie suit
Only if the ladies could see him they'd say he's cute
Hmm
in advance
Don't try to be cool now had ya

Rappers is Bagger Vance
Who need to fix pants or get smacked by the Mac 10
Or 11, or
Jesus, see the reverend take the oath
He moves his huge hands in the like fate
Waitin' for the to drop the tape like bait