Luyện nghe bài hát Avalanche

I'd to start off by thanking our sponsor
For financing the parts for Frankenstein monster
Along with my who's a bro of few words
We did this research for nerds and two birds
Piano; do a show, time watch it
And guaranteed to give 'em more than hock spit
MC extraordinaire, technique of rare
a glare, sure to scare, next week more to share
From the most artists this year and forever
Villain 'nem, ya big brothers love ya
felonies, telling me
Treacherously MC, B, set 'em free
Let me see, strategy's misleading
G's all in the freezer with the batteries and
He, him stalked the concrete with
And won't hurt corns it's on like the stun gun
Not so shocking
Funyun faced rappers eat rocks, beatboxing
punks with a stock flow
And make funky fresh with no socks for hocko
been as high as Kathmandu
And tilted to the side like fat man's shoe
Look, not to a mixed signal
The rap game got more toys than Kris
And fake, yer ears is not deceiving
I can't believe my eyeballs no than "Steveland"
No wonder,
him like an unexpected blow from a lefty
Caught me, almost an eye out
Felt good though, with the cotton dry mouth
out
Okay, back in
Never seen a living human being with skin
What's crackin'? Besides trees and wheezing
For no reason working like a broken
He get paid and get

Still get mad when it's time to get
They thought the Don had silent
And deep in the studies he's accepted non-violence
Don't make him to skip 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
Keep the block sown Thread and Bobbin Bonus
And sure the seeds know they'd never ever 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
a fly flow with the speed of Mr. Magoo
Blew a wad on a platinum debit
back broke as hell ask the god for credit
it
The mask is like a hand crafted ghillie
Only if the ladies see him they'd say he's really 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 hands in the dark like fate
Waitin' for the to drop the tape like bait