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 who's a bro of few words
We did this research for true and two birds
Piano; do a show, same watch it
And guaranteed to give 'em more than hock spit
MC extraordinaire, sort of rare
Caught a glare, to scare, next week more to share
From the most artists this year and forever
Villain 'nem, ya mean big brothers ya
Definitely felonies, me
Treacherously MC, B, set 'em free
Let me see, strategy's misleading
G's all in the freezer the batteries and Z-Rims
He, him stalked the concrete bunion
And won't hurt corns when on like the stun gun
*tsssst* Not so

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

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

Still get mad it's time to get v-vanilla
They thought the Don had gone
And since deep in the studies accepted non-violence
Don't make him have to some classes
And open up an old can of whoop-ass with the
Cut the raw melatonin put a more in
Strip club full of and grown men snoring
the block sown like Thread and Bobbin Bonus
And make sure the seeds know never ever own this
Beat a pony and sell the corpse for glue
Get a portion off the for the shoe
No to bleed if there's no pig to do
Flew a fly flow the speed of Mr. Magoo
Blew a wad on a platinum debit
back broke as hell ask the god for credit
it

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

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