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

Aiyyo, we came through like elephants
The new Range is supercharged, I intelligent
Back to the formula, Lord, hard
This is God school, make sure the lobby jammed up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hitting from well concealed firing positions
With explosiveness 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
Duck low behind the car, my tech

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

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

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

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

Who Rope-a-dope his black Lotus
Can't 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, give the man
Space was demanded, beat through the speaker
Voice, seek missile, guided at the listener
Swing to the gospel, up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable, of my flow, optional
To the ear depending on the current of air, the in