Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, niggaz is back, son
I'm telling you, spit that, 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 through thumping like
The new Range is supercharged, I remains
to the formula, Lord, hard grammar
This is God school, sure the lobby ain't jammed up

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

Back to the dormitory, where
Broke my and index finger, now you write glory
True holding my flag, it's all in my blade
So when I 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 Billboard holders is
So when you see me, you say he gets down

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

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

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

Hitting them from well firing positions
With that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, with the same old
Down the dangerous of an active volcano

Blitz the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
with niggas like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of like a vexed German
low behind 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, it's the 'Lord of the

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 and knock me off the saddle

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

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

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

Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man
was demanded, beat banging through the speaker
Voice, heat seek missile, guided at the
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