Luyện nghe bài hát Language Arts

[Verse One:
Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan the providence of hip-hop
Do bodily damage a combination kick-chop
Teacher Herc and Sensei Bambaatasan
I've studied techniques just to drop the kata bomb
With Jeet Kune flow, way of the rhyme
Battle to the last breath or my adversary declines
I've in weapons, mic chucks and deadly spinning vinyl
The drunk munk breathing aerosol till I'm a wino
over traditional I may condone it
Respectfully bow but never take your off your opponent
Square off as I mentally in my rap stance
Defeat is a Buddah 'cause that's a fat chance
You write the white belt and flow slow Tai Chi
I'm like Fox(xx) possessed by the dragon, y'all won't fight me
Your side kicks don't move me, and seem to have no left
So I drop the Kashugi and have them all pray for death
Train till the sample's done. flip with weight like Hung
No need to handle guns, watch and see me this mammal run
At the end of it all, I'll retire
Live by the mountain side and write a book of Five for you to read it

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

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

(Chorus 4x)