Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

Yo, yo, yo, what up Yo, these niggaz is back, son
I'm telling you, spit that, it nigga
I seen it like a Zenith man, you hear me
Word up, man, y'all 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 remains
Back to the formula, Lord, hard
This is God school, make sure the lobby jammed up

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

to the dormitory, where niggas
Broke my forearm and finger, now you write glory
True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my
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 get amped
To rip something down, The 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 shifts in
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 childhood
That had started in the and was quickly fashioned
Every line to line, bar for bar is
Hazardous and powerful enough to your block hurt

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

them from well concealed firing positions
With that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected the same old
Down the dangerous slopes of an volcano

like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
Hang with niggas redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of like a vexed German
Duck low the car, my tech burning

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

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

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

Is he still that nucca? Is he in the hood like
Is he strapped? Will he really split yo' shit?
I thought you said he Pull 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 when the axe is swinging, wild drum
Crazy kicking his thoughts, he won't quit

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