Luyện nghe bài hát Mantis

The technique, mainly
On arm and finger
Once you've that, then the step
Is to how to pierce stone

Well, you might as well start now
Do you-do you-do you, do you know, legends?
How it was it all
It was off this 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 afraid of birds

back to the temple of hip-hop and Sword Kem'po
Lyrical rhyme nympho, Bob Digital
Diamond crystal ring solid gold bone
We be the humble most individuals

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

Never left for a Dunn, Atilla the Hun
Type Park Hilla, eighteen wheeler Mack's
In the truck lanes, from the rugged
Of soil, the red wolves be prowlin'

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

Not everyday occurrence
My rhyme torments with the fear of God
You'll be cursed Farad
And struck by the rod

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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