Luyện nghe bài hát Avalanche

[Verse: MF
I'd like to start off by thanking our
For financing the parts for this monster
Along with my partner a bro of few words
We did this research for true nerds and two
Piano; do a show, same time it
And to give 'em more than just hock spit
MC extraordinaire, technique of rare
Caught a glare, sure to scare, week more 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 hurt corns when on like the stun gun
Not so shocking

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

Snuck him like an blow from a lefty
me, almost shot 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'? smoking trees and wheezing
For no reason like a broken tetrahedron
He get paid and get

Still get mad when it's time to get
They the Don had gone silent
And since deep in the studies he's non-violence
Don't make him have to some classes
And open up an old can of with the fastness
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 they'd ever own this
a dead pony and sell the corpse for glue
Get a portion off the for the shoe
No need to bleed if no pig to do
Flew a fly flow the speed of Mr. Magoo
Blew a wad on a platinum debit
Come broke as hell ask the god for credit
it

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

Rappers is Bagger 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 like bait