Luyện nghe bài hát Avalanche

I'd to start off by thanking our sponsor
For the parts for this Frankenstein monster
Along with my partner who's a bro of few
We did this research for true nerds and two
do a show, same time watch it
And guaranteed to give 'em more just hock spit
MC extraordinaire, technique sort of
Caught a glare, sure to scare, week more to share
From the most retarded-est this year and forever
Villain 'nem, ya mean big brothers ya
Definitely felonies, me
MC, yelling B, set 'em free
Let me see, strategy's misleading
G's all in the freezer with the and Z-Rims
He, him stalked the with bunion
And won't hurt when it's on like the stun gun
tsssst Not so
Funyun faced eat rocks, over beatboxing
Debunk punks with a stock
And make them funky fresh with no socks for
Madvillain as high as Kathmandu
And to the side like that fat man's shoe
Look, not to a mixed signal
The rap game got more toys than Kringle
And fake, yer ears is not deceiving
I can't believe my eyeballs no more "Steveland"
No wonder,
Snuck him like an unexpected blow a lefty
Caught me, almost an eye out
good though, even with the cotton dry mouth
out
Okay, time in
Never seen a human being with black skin
What's Besides smoking trees and wheezing
For no reason working like a broken
He get paid and get

Still get mad when time to get v-vanilla
They thought the Don had gone
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 whoop-ass with the
Cut the raw melatonin put a little in
Strip club full of whores and men snoring
Keep the block sown like Thread and Bobbin
And sure the seeds know they'd never ever own this
Beat a pony and sell the corpse for glue
Get a portion off the for the shoe
No need to if there's no pig to do
a fly flow with the speed of Mr. Magoo
Blew a wad on a card debit
Come broke as hell ask the god for credit
it
The mask is like a hand crafted suit
Only if the ladies could see him they'd say he's really
Hmm
Thanks in
Don't try to be cool now had ya

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