Luyện nghe bài hát Rushing Elephants

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

Aiyyo, we came thumping like elephants
The new Range is supercharged, I remains
Back to the formula, Lord, hard
This is God school, make sure the lobby jammed up

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

to the dormitory, where niggas
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you glory
True my flag, it's all engraved in my blade
So I wave it, you gon' 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 Billboard 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 in colors
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm with it
The leave way on the fast break, I run with it

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

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

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

Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack 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 grill Big Pun
Lord of the Wu-Tang sword, know what means?
Like J.R. Tolkien, it's the 'Lord of the

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

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

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

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

Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man
Space was demanded, banging through the speaker
Voice, heat missile, guided at the listener
Swing to the gospel, up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable, direction of my flow,
To the ear on the current of air, the crowd's in