Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check the total of MCs inflicted
With torture, from with work that's restricted
We criticize producers 'til they joints are
Then acupuncture the with pinpoints of light

Hitting them from well firing positions
With explosiveness that'll make the deaf
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the old
Down the dangerous of an active volcano

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

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

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

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

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

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

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