Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

Aiyyo, we came through 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, of rhymes
We in the lunchroom, weed and for breakfast
Polo campus, sicker lances, the
Hundred dollar kick niggas, be showing you hand steps

Back to the dormitory, niggas
Broke my forearm and finger, now you write glory
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 Billboard is back
So when you see me, you gon' say he gets

From darkness to DNA, I with my brother
And we resonate, energy that in colors
MCs punishment, then I'm done with it
The leave way on the fast 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 enough to have block hurt

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

Hitting from well concealed firing positions
With explosiveness that'll the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, with the same old
Down the slopes of an active volcano

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

Neck burning from eight of sunlight
Absorbed, in the Big Pun like
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 18th letter, followed by the mark of
A, not for apple but I pack an apple
Shorty try to buck back and me off the saddle

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

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

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

Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, the man room
Space was demanded, beat through the speaker
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 depending on the current of air, the in