Luyện nghe bài hát Mantis

The technique, depends
On arm and strength
Once you've that, then the next
Is to learn how to stone

Well, you might as well practicing now
Do you-do you-do you, do you know, mantis
How it was it all
It was fighting off this

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

back to the temple of hip-hop and Sword Kem'po
Lyrical nympho, B-boy Bob Digital
crystal ring solid gold bone rituals
We be the humble most calmest

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

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

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

Not your everyday
My rhyme MC's with the fear of God
be cursed like Farad
And by the iron rod

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

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

style isn't easy to learn
A mantis is small, but
With it's arms, it can 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 half Kwan'tan
Ten tigers scratch like math, the Hell's Wind Staff
Watch the eight strike the diaphragm

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

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

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

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