Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

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

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

Back to the dormitory, where
my forearm and index finger, now you write glory
True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my
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 might get
To rip down, The Billboard holders is back
So when you see me, you gon' say he down

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

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

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

Hitting them from well concealed positions
With explosiveness that'll the deaf listen
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected the same old
Down the dangerous of an active volcano

like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
Hang with niggas like redneck
cold bottles of Beck's like a vexed German
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, it's the 'Lord of the

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

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

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

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

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, up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable, of my flow, optional
To the ear depending on the of air, the crowd's in