Luyện nghe bài hát Avalanche

[Verse: MF
I'd like to off by thanking our sponsor
For financing the parts for this monster
Along my partner who's 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, sort of rare
Caught a glare, sure to scare, next week more to
From the most retarded-est artists this and forever
'nem, ya mean big brothers love ya
Definitely felonies, me
MC, yelling B, set 'em free
Let me see, that strategy's
G's all in the freezer the batteries and Z-Rims
He, him stalked the concrete with
And won't corns when it's on like the stun gun
Not so shocking

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

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

Still get mad it's time to get v-vanilla
thought the Don had gone silent
And deep in the studies he's accepted non-violence
make him have to skip some classes
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 and Bobbin Bonus
And make sure the seeds know they'd never own this
Beat a dead pony and sell the for glue
Get a off the proceeds for the shoe
No need to bleed if no pig to do
Flew a fly with 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 could see him say he's really cute
Hmm
Thanks in
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 his huge hands in the dark like fate
Waitin' for the date to the tape like bait