Luyện nghe bài hát Mantis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not your occurrence
My rhyme torments MC's the fear of God
You'll be cursed Farad
And struck by the rod

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

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

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

On behalf of the Clan I'll display the Hong Kong
Shaolin King Kong poems slaps niggaz in half from
Ten tigers scratch like Allah math, the Hell's Wind
Watch the diagram strike the diaphragm

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

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

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

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