Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

Aiyyo, we came thumping like elephants
The new is supercharged, I remains intelligent
to the formula, Lord, hard grammar
This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't up

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

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

Now it's '28 Days Later', now up, do something, you can't
It's blood in my eye, I might get
To rip something down, The holders is back
So when you see me, you gon' say he gets

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

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

Hitting them from well concealed firing
With that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the old
Down the slopes of an active volcano

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

Neck burning from karats of sunlight
Absorbed, in the Big Pun like
of the Wu-Tang 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 apple but I an apple
try to buck back and knock me off the saddle

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

Is he still that Is he in the hood like that?
Is he really strapped? Will he really yo' shit?
I thought you said he rap? up in the yard, ten sets
He ain't flexing, ripping, heat holding

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

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