Luyện nghe bài hát Language Arts

[Verse One:
Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan from the providence of
Do damage like a combination kick-chop
Sifu Herc and Sensei Bambaatasan
Since I've techniques just to drop the kata bomb
With Jeet flow, way of the intercepting rhyme
Battle to the breath or till my adversary declines
I've trained in weapons, mic and deadly spinning vinyl
The munk breathing aerosol till I'm a krylon wino
Unorthodox over traditional I may it
Respectfully bow but take your eyes off your opponent
Square off as I mentally prepare in my rap
is a Buddah opportunity 'cause that's a fat chance
You write the white belt and flow slow Tai Chi
I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) by the dragon, y'all won't fight me
Your side kicks don't move me, and to have no flavor left
So I drop the flow Kashugi and have all pray for death
Train till the sample's done. flip with like Samo Hung
No need to handle guns, watch and see me make this run
At the end of it all, retire undefeated
Live by the mountain side and write a book of Five for you to read it

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

Two: Q-Unique]
(Ha ha ha ha ha..)
We again young Choy
I now take you down with the six steps of b-boy
is no way you'll overcome my 1200 turning techniques
or take out my pen-fist punchlines, your beginner are too weak
My fat cap kicks'll go over your toy throw-ups
You have a lot of guts, I'm even suprised you up
but still.. we'll write fight to the first strike or rhyme to the very end
And if I am to die, my loyal students will the revenge
Direct with Grandmaster number seven
Push past and catch a blast my right fist of legend
In a kombat mortals I play the part of Lui Kang
Confuse you like slang and balance out the hip-hop like Yin Yang
Chasing rap monks till they run far
Have me resort to animal instincts like Hung Gar and Flung a star
Aimed at the head of an A&R white belt whose fight felt
Surrounded by a class of records execs and got them
Taste my own blood a 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 means bring on the next challenger

(Chorus 4x)