Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

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

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

Back to the dormitory, where
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write
True holding my flag, it's all in my blade
So when I wave it, you 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 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 passion
That had in the lobby and was quickly fashioned
Every to line, bar for bar is clockwork
Hazardous and powerful enough to your block hurt

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

Hitting them from well firing positions
With explosiveness that'll make the listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected the same old
Down the slopes of an active volcano

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

Neck burning from karats of sunlight
Absorbed, in the Big Pun like
Lord of the Wu-Tang sword, know what that
Like J.R. Tolkien, the 'Lord of the Rings'

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

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

Is he still that nucca? Is he in the hood that?
Is he strapped? Will he really split yo' shit?
I you said 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 quote this, chat with the sword
Duck when the axe is swinging, Apache drum
Crazy Horse his thoughts, he won't quit

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