Luyện nghe bài hát Shadowboxin'

Intro: method blaze

technique] fuck that
[special technique of God damn
(the gza, God damn!)
(the gza, God damn!) pledge to the hip-hop!
(method, God damn!) I pledge allegiance to the
(maximilli-on, maximilli-on)
(uh, yeah, ahh, uh) blaze
I pledge to the hip-hop
(johnny blaze)

Verse method man/johnny blaze

I breaks it down to the gristle
Ill scud missle heat seeking
Johnny blazing, nightmares like wes
Niggaz gunnin, my eye seen it coming
Before it
You know about them fucking
Kids they
huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin or is you flashin? hmmm
Talkin out your
You shoulda learnt the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and nosed
From my to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know just what the fuck I'm
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga
Slip the arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
Crunch a nigga like a nestle, you know my
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass cat top pedigree
The toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it up in ya fuck ya

(allow me to demonstrate) that's right, you
(the skill of shaolin) rap
(the special technique) better go and check
(of shadowboxing) your stacks
(shadowboxing) your naps ain't nappy enough
And reefs ain't rugged enough

Verse two: the

I slayed mc's in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin like ken patera
rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a
the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate
Indsutry, but what them can't see
Must break through like the wu,
Protect ya neck, my sword still imperial
Before I the mic, rza scratch off the serial
We reign all year round june to june
While bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and form the date
As this two thousand beyond slang
Amplify through vacumn tubes compressions
Cause rza, to charge niggaz twenty g's a

Verse method man/johnny blaze

When my mind to clickin, and the strategy
Is the plot thickens, this be that wu shit
I give a cotten-pickin fuck
About a brother tryin to a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect dome
Look at mama baby boy actin he grown
No time for sleep, I gets as a baritone
Killa bee, be holdin down his honeycomb, loungin son
Wu brother number one, your neck
Flying guillotines here come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin words
slurs, peep the graphic
Novel the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nutsac, and spittin
At a wack nigga dat, don't the fact
it come to rza tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap the stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it
All and now
Things are getting good better now

(allow me to demonstrate the of shaolin)
(sha-shadowboxing, the special of shadowboxing)
(shadowboxing)