Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

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

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

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

Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you
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 down

From darkness to DNA, I move my brother
And we resonate, energy shifts 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 but a childhood passion
That had in the lobby and was quickly fashioned
Every line to line, bar for bar is
Hazardous and powerful enough to your block hurt

Check the total amount of MCs
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 concealed firing positions
With that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, with the same old
Down the dangerous slopes of an active

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

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

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

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

Is he that nucca? Is he in the hood like that?
Is he really Will he really split yo' shit?
I thought you he rap? Pull up in the yard, ten sets
He flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding

Who testing? his black Lotus
Can't quote this, chat the sword tongue
when the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum
Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't

Can't 'em nothing, he grown, give the man room
Space was demanded, beat banging the speaker
Voice, heat seek missile, guided at the
to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable, direction of my flow,
To the ear depending on the of air, the crowd's in