Luyện nghe bài hát Avalanche

I'd like to off by thanking our sponsor
For financing the parts for this Frankenstein
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 give 'em more than just hock
MC extraordinaire, sort of rare
Caught a glare, sure to scare, week more to share
From the retarded-est artists this year and forever
Villain 'nem, ya mean big brothers ya
felonies, telling me
Treacherously MC, B, set 'em free
Let me see, strategy's misleading
G's all in the with the batteries and Z-Rims
He, him stalked the concrete with
And won't hurt when it's on like the stun gun
Not so shocking
Funyun faced rappers eat rocks, beatboxing
Debunk punks with a stock
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 give a signal
The rap game got more toys than Kringle
And fake, yer ears is not deceiving
I can't my eyeballs no more than "Steveland"
No wonder,
Snuck him like an unexpected blow a lefty
Caught me, shot an eye out
good though, even with the cotton dry mouth
out
Okay, time in
Never seen a living human with black skin
What's crackin'? Besides smoking trees and
For no reason like a broken tetrahedron
He get paid and get

Still get mad when it's time to get
They thought the Don had gone
And since 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 melatonin put a little in
Strip full of whores and grown men snoring
Keep the sown like Thread and Bobbin Bonus
And make sure the seeds know they'd ever own this
Beat a dead pony and sell the 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 of Mr. Magoo
Blew a wad on a card debit
Come back broke as ask the god for credit
it
The mask is a hand crafted ghillie suit
Only if the ladies could see him they'd say he's cute
Hmm
Thanks in
try to be cool now had ya chance

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