Luyện nghe bài hát Perverted Monks

Perverted style
'99 Style, know what I'm
Comin at cha, how we do

Paraplegic, my fightin too strategic
No on my kicks too much Chi horrific
To be specific, I'm comin with jiu-jitsu
Bone crushin bone as I get into
styles, with the speed of a cheetah
Hit your pressure points light skills, I be
The blaster, Iron Palms is
Combinations damagin nations in the
Cerebral is obsolete
You'll die ten if you try to test me
Taoist master, style disaster
Studied on the cliffs of mountains scrolls
Holdin it down, iron chigung
Apprentice in the temple Guang Jung Nim
I went through torture styles I'm the author
Ingested metals, yeah they me supernova
Triple spinnin kicks, side kicks, and kicks
They come much iller, so you must be Masta

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

It's Afu, my style, change the weather
It's Afu, change your mind, just too
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 show and prove and the separation of matter
And seein through death, never loose conscious of
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 chinky eyed chick from Bedstuy
Wang from Lafayette, Stuyversant and Malcolm X
Seven Park, it might spark, it's the heart
One cell, featurin Masta Kill
After dark he goes, bust gone, none, touch one
Young chun, prodigal son, Killa Bees
Home grown, flown from seas, city under siege
Ya eyes bleed, the got 'em red dread
Like spinnin roundhouse to the head, he dead

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

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