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
Sifu Herc and Sensei Bambaatasan
Since I've studied techniques just to the kata bomb
With Jeet flow, way of the intercepting rhyme
Battle to the last breath or till my 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 eyes off your
Square off as I mentally in my rap stance
Defeat is a Buddah opportunity 'cause that's a fat
You write the white belt and slow like Tai Chi
I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) possessed by the dragon, y'all fight me
Your side kicks don't move me, and seem to have no flavor
So I drop the flow Kashugi and have them all for death
Train till the sample's done. flip weight like Samo Hung
No to handle guns, watch and see me make 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 to accept defeat
"Check my arts"

[Verse Two:
(Ha ha ha ha ha..)
We meet again Choy
I will now take you down with the six of b-boy
is no way you'll overcome my 1200 turning techniques
or out my pen-fist 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 suprised you up
but still.. we'll fight to the first strike or rhyme battle to the very end
And if I am to die, my loyal students will the revenge
Direct confrontation with Grandmaster number
Push past and catch a blast from my fist of legend
In a kombat with mortals I the part of Lui Kang
Confuse you like Manderan slang and balance out the like Yin Yang
Chasing fallen rap till they run far
me resort to animal instincts like Hung Gar and Flung a ninja star
Aimed at the head of an A&R white belt whose fight unskilled
by a class of records execs and got them killed
Taste my own a lash out in a rage
My 'bo staff' is the stand, my 'dojo' is the stage
It's the year of the Q, mark on your calendar
A double clap at the end of the battle means bring on the next

(Chorus 4x)