Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

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

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

to the dormitory, where niggas
Broke my and index finger, now you write glory
True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my
So when I wave it, you 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 Billboard is back
So when you see me, you gon' say he down

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

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

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

Hitting them well concealed firing positions
explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, with the same old
Down the dangerous slopes of an active

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

Neck burning eight karats of sunlight
Absorbed, in the Big Pun like
Lord of the sword, know what that means?
Like J.R. Tolkien, the 'Lord of the Rings'

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

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

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

Who testing? Rope-a-dope his black
Can't quote this, chat the sword tongue
when the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum
Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he quit

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