Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

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

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

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

Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you
It's in my eye, I might get amped
To rip something down, The holders is back
So when you see me, you gon' say he down

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

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

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

Hitting them from concealed firing positions
With explosiveness make the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected the same old
Down the slopes of an active volcano

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

burning from eight karats of sunlight
Absorbed, in the grill Big Pun
Lord of the sword, know what that means?
Like J.R. Tolkien, it's the 'Lord of the

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

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

Is he still that nucca? Is he in the hood like
Is he really strapped? he really split yo' shit?
I thought you he rap? Pull up in the yard, ten sets
He flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding

Who Rope-a-dope his black Lotus
Can't quote this, chat with the tongue
Duck the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum
Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't quit

Can't 'em nothing, he grown, give 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 depending on the current of air, the in