Luyện nghe bài hát Language Arts

[Verse Q-Unique]
Enter the bragin, from the providence of hip-hop
Do bodily damage a combination kick-chop
Sifu Herc and Sensei Bambaatasan
Since I've studied techniques to drop the kata bomb
With Jeet flow, way of the intercepting rhyme
to the last breath or till my adversary declines
I've trained in weapons, mic chucks and spinning vinyl
The munk breathing aerosol till I'm a krylon wino
Unorthodox over traditional I may it
Respectfully bow but never take your eyes off opponent
Square off as I prepare in my rap stance
Defeat is a Buddah opportunity that's a fat chance
You write the white belt and flow like Tai Chi
I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) possessed by the dragon, y'all won't me
side kicks don't move me, and seem to have no flavor left
So I drop the Kashugi and have them all pray for death
Train till the sample's done. flip weight like Samo Hung
No need to guns, watch and see me make this mammal run
At the end of it all, I'll undefeated
Live by the mountain side and a book of Five Rings for you to read it

[Chorus 2x:
Training,
Focus,
Meditate,
Skill,
Broken
Have a seat and play your
You must learn to defeat
"Check my arts"

[Verse Q-Unique]
(Ha ha ha ha ha..)
We meet young Choy
I will now take you down with the six steps of
There is no way you'll my 1200 turning techniques
or take out my punchlines, your beginner styles are too weak
My fat cap burner go over your toy throw-ups
You a lot of guts, I'm even suprised you showed up
but still.. write fight to the first strike or rhyme battle to the very end
And if I am to die, my loyal will take the revenge
Direct confrontation with Grandmaster seven
Push past and catch a from my right fist of legend
In a kombat with mortals I the part of Lui Kang
Confuse you Manderan slang and balance out the hip-hop like Yin Yang
Chasing fallen rap monks they run far
Have me resort to animal instincts Hung Gar and Flung a ninja star
Aimed at the head of an A&R white whose fight felt unskilled
Surrounded by a of records execs and got them killed
Taste my own blood a out in a rage
My 'bo staff' is the microphone stand, my is the stage
It's the year of the Q, that on your calendar
A double clap at the end of the battle bring on the next challenger

(Chorus 4x)