Luyện nghe bài hát Mantis

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not everyday 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 of Black Titans
Niggaz battlin', swingin'
Cutthroat women, whirlwind given the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let
Die by the mic, shadow by night

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

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

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

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

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

The sound of silence deafens ears, fires fears
Wood sharp eagle claw tears, tree from
Hard to maintain when you leakin'
I stand the strength 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