Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Kombat

Perverted style
'99 style, what I'm sayin'?
at cha, this how we do

Paraplegic, my stance, too strategic
No shadows on my kicks too much
To be specific, I'm comin' threw with
Bone crushin' breakin' as I get into

Scorpion styles, the speed of a cheetah
Hit your pressure points with skills, I be
The blaster, iron palms is
Combinations nations in the mental

cortex is obsolete
You'll die ten if you try to test me
Taoist master, rhyme disaster
Studied on the cliffs of readin' scrolls

Holdin' it down, iron shirt
in the temple with guang-jung-nim
I went through torture styles I'm the author
Ingested metals, they made me supernova
Triple spinnin' kicks, side kicks, and hook
They come iller, so you must be Masta Killa

It's Afu, change my style, the weather
It's Afu, your mind, just too clever
It's Afu, all the styles I sever
Combinin' two styles on the Mic with Killa

The ones have searched for the righteous data
To and prove and master the separation of matter
And seein' through death, never conscious of self
Shed a shell keep it movin'

Sword it to the temple, mental state
chamber, eighth yang slang, Wu-Tang
Train private soldiers in this rap
Like that shanghai eyed chick from Bedstuy

Wang Chung from Lafayette, versant and Malcolm X
seven park, it might spark, it's the heart
One blood cell, featurin' Kill
After he goes, bust gone, trust none, touch one

Young Chun, son, killa bees disease
grown, flown from over seas, city under siege
Ya eyes bleed, the got 'em red dread
Like spinnin' roundhouse kicks to the head, he

It's Afu, change my style, change the
It's Afu, change your mind, just too
It's Afu, all the styles I sever
Combinin' two styles on the Mic Masta Killa

It's Afu, my style, change the weather
Afu, change your mind, just too clever
It's Afu, all the weak I sever
two styles on the Mic with Masta Killa