Luyện nghe bài hát Avalanche

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

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

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

Still get mad when it's to get v-vanilla
They thought the Don had silent
And since deep in the studies he's accepted
Don't make him have to skip some
And open up an old can of with the fastness
Cut the raw put a little more in
Strip club full of whores and men snoring
Keep the block sown like Thread and Bonus
And make sure the seeds know they'd ever own this
a dead pony and sell the corpse for glue
Get a off the proceeds for the shoe
No need to if there's no pig to do
Flew a fly flow with the speed of Mr.
Blew a wad on a platinum card
Come broke as hell ask the god for credit
it

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

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