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 a Zenith man, you hear me man?
up, man, y'all know what it is
It's on again man, for real man, Top Gun, what

Aiyyo, we through thumping like elephants
The new Range is supercharged, I intelligent
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
campus, sicker lances, the crisp
Hundred dollar niggas, that be showing you hand steps

Back to the dormitory, niggas
my forearm and index 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
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 with my brother
And we resonate, energy that in colors
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm with it
The meter leave way on the fast break, I run it

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caramel, pecan, sundae,
breasts, was filled with saline
Her big cousin, nasty 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 split yo'
I thought you said he Pull up in the yard, ten sets
He flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding

Who testing? Rope-a-dope his Lotus
Can't this, chat with the sword 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
was demanded, beat banging through the speaker
Voice, heat seek missile, at the listener
Swing to the gospel, up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable, of my flow, optional
To the ear on the current of air, the crowd's in