Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

Yo, yo, yo, up kid? Yo, these niggaz is back, son
I'm telling you, spit that, done it
I seen it like a Zenith man, you me man?
Word up, man, y'all what it is
It's on again man, for real man, Top Gun, what

Aiyyo, we came through like elephants
The new Range is supercharged, I intelligent
to the formula, Lord, hard grammar
This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't up

Excalibur swords, T-Rexes, Bibles of
We in the lunchroom, and veggies for breakfast
Polo campus, lances, the crisp
Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you hand

Back to the dormitory, where
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write
True my flag, it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it, you say Rae mad

Now '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
It's in my eye, I might get amped
To rip down, The Billboard holders is back
So when you see me, you gon' say he gets

From darkness to DNA, I move my brother
And we resonate, energy that shifts in
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm with it
The meter leave way on the break, I run with it

It was not a hobby but a passion
That had in the lobby and was quickly fashioned
Every line to line, bar for bar is
Hazardous and enough to have your block hurt

Check the amount of MCs inflicted
With torture, from moving with work restricted
We criticize producers 'til they are right
Then acupuncture the track pinpoints of light

Hitting them from concealed firing positions
explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected the same old
Down the dangerous slopes of an volcano

Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack the linebackers
Hang with niggas like redneck
Strangle bottles of Beck's like a vexed German
low behind the car, my tech burning

Neck burning from eight karats of
Absorbed, in the grill Big Pun
Lord of the Wu-Tang sword, know what that
J.R. Tolkien, it's the 'Lord of the Rings'

This is my man, Chef, auto, like Grand Theft
The 18th letter, by the mark of Zorro
Plus A, not for apple but I pack an
Shorty try to buck back and knock me off the

Caramel, pecan, sundae,
Plump breasts, was filled saline
Her big booty cousin, Nadine
Get you on the floor, whore tried to double

Is he still nucca? Is he in the hood like that?
Is he really strapped? he really split yo' shit?
I thought you said he rap? up in the yard, ten sets
He ain't flexing, microphone ripping, heat

Who testing? his black Lotus
quote this, chat with the sword tongue
Duck the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum
Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't quit

Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, the man room
Space was demanded, beat through the speaker
Voice, heat missile, guided at the listener
to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable, of my flow, optional
To the ear on the current of air, the crowd's in