Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

Yo, yo, yo, up kid? Yo, these niggaz is back, son
I'm telling you, spit that, it nigga
I seen it like a man, you hear me man?
Word up, man, y'all 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
Back to the formula, Lord, hard
This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't up

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

Back to the dormitory, where
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you glory
True holding my flag, it's all 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 blood in my eye, I 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 with my
And we resonate, energy that in colors
Bringing MCs punishment, I'm done with it
The meter leave way on the fast break, I run it

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

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

Hitting them well concealed firing positions
With explosiveness that'll make the 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 cold bottles of Beck's a vexed German
Duck low the car, my tech burning

Neck burning 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, like Grand Auto
The 18th letter, followed by the of Zorro
Plus A, not for apple but I an apple
try to buck back and knock 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 like
Is he really strapped? Will he really yo' shit?
I thought you said he rap? Pull up in the yard, ten
He ain't flexing, microphone ripping, heat

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

Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, the man room
Space was demanded, beat banging 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