Luyện nghe bài hát Language Arts

[Verse One:
Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan the providence of hip-hop
Do bodily like a combination kick-chop
Teacher Sifu and Sensei Bambaatasan
Since I've studied just to drop the kata bomb
With Jeet Kune flow, way of the rhyme
Battle to the last breath or till my declines
I've trained in weapons, mic chucks and deadly vinyl
The drunk munk breathing aerosol till I'm a krylon
over traditional I may condone it
Respectfully bow but take your eyes off your opponent
Square off as I prepare in my rap stance
Defeat is a Buddah 'cause 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, won't fight me
side kicks don't move me, and seem to have no flavor left
So I the flow Kashugi and have them all pray for death
Train till the sample's done. flip with weight Samo Hung
No need to handle guns, watch and see me this mammal run
At the end of it all, retire undefeated
by the mountain side and write a book of Five Rings for you to read it

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

Two: Q-Unique]
(Ha ha ha ha ha..)
We meet again young
I will now take you down the six steps of b-boy
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 kicks'll go your toy throw-ups
You have a lot of guts, I'm even 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 will take the revenge
Direct with Grandmaster number seven
Push past and catch a blast from my fist of legend
In a with mortals I play the part of Lui Kang
Confuse you Manderan slang and balance out the hip-hop like Yin Yang
Chasing fallen rap monks till run far
Have me resort to animal like Hung Gar and Flung a ninja star
at the head of an A&R white belt whose fight felt unskilled
Surrounded by a class of records execs and got killed
Taste my own blood a lash out in a
My 'bo staff' is the microphone stand, my 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)