Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

Aiyyo, we through thumping like elephants
The new is supercharged, I remains intelligent
to the formula, Lord, hard 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
campus, sicker lances, the crisp
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, 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 in my eye, I might get amped
To rip something down, The holders is back
So when you see me, you say he gets down

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is my man, Chef, auto, Grand Theft Auto
The letter, followed by the mark of Zorro
Plus A, not for apple but I pack an
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, whore tried to double

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 rap? 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
when the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum
Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he quit

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