Luyện nghe bài hát Mantis

The technique, mainly
On arm and strength
you've that, then the next step
Is to learn how to pierce

Well, you might as start practicing now
Do you-do you, do you know, mantis legends?
How it was it all
It was fighting off blackbird

Although it was a tenth of the bird's size
It was a very insect
And that's why the technique, needs a man
And a strong one, who isn't of birds

Welcome back to the temple of hip-hop and Sword
rhyme nympho, B-boy Bob Digital
Diamond crystal ring solid gold bone
We be the humble calmest individuals

Hard to microdots, we Sasquatch
Stomp MC's, third eye Cyclops laser shots
Being fired the father get raised up
We John Blaze up, abrasive heat, from the gun

left for a stun Dunn, Atilla the Hun
Type Killa Park Hilla, eighteen Mack's
In the truck lanes, from the grains
Of soil, the red wolves be prowlin'

Howlin' the shit that got the whole world bowin'
We spoiled, one swordsmen
One thousand recordings, one Wu stores and
One thousand rap tours and global

Not your occurrence
My rhyme torments with the fear of God
be cursed like Farad
And by the iron rod

Wind Staff, the wrath of Black Titans
Niggaz battlin', sword
Cutthroat women, given save the children
Escape the poverty for and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow by night

Hell's Staff, the wrath of Black Titans
Niggaz battlin', sword
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given save the
Escape the poverty for and, let live
Die by the mic, skill by night

Man-Mantis isn't easy to learn
A is small, but powerful
With arms, it can lift up
Many times it's own

On behalf of the Wu-Tang Clan I'll display the Kong
Shaolin King Kong poems slaps niggaz in from Kwan'tan
Ten tigers scratch like Allah math, the Hell's Wind
the eight diagram strike the diaphragm

Pierced minute from tongue double-edged sound the drum
Here I as predicted, holdin' the raw seal, all heads kneel
7th Degree black mic skill is ill, to the guns holler
the shell, East New York terrorist

Break fool to this, madness, crazy low-hand, grabs the mic
Smooth as water, Spat Seas you've not yet mastered
and lungs wheeze, Earth kills
I'm MC's, blood spills, meadow is round

The sound of silence deafens ears, fires fears
Wood sharp eagle claw tears, tree bark
Hard to maintain control when you
I stand with the strength of Jobe and pressure that'll bust your head

While I'm teachin' civilization, one havin'
Wisdom understanding, culture
savage in pursuit of happiness
Thunderous mantis, all this