Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, niggaz is back, son
I'm you, spit that, done it nigga
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 is supercharged, I remains intelligent
Back to the formula, Lord, grammar
This is God school, make 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 you hand steps

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

Now it's '28 Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
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 down

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

It was not a hobby but a passion
had started 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 producers 'til they joints are right
Then the track with pinpoints of light

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

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

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

This is my man, Chef, auto, like Grand Theft
The letter, followed by the mark of Zorro
Plus A, not for apple but I pack an
Shorty try to back 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 team

Is he still nucca? Is he in the hood like that?
Is he strapped? Will he really split yo' shit?
I thought you said he rap? 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 his thoughts, he won't quit

tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man room
Space was demanded, beat through the speaker
Voice, heat seek missile, at the listener
Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the
Unstoppable, direction of my flow,
To the ear depending on the of air, the crowd's in