Luyện nghe bài hát Shadowboxin'

Intro: method man/johnny

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

Verse one: man/johnny blaze

I it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking scud missle heat
Johnny blazing, nightmares like wes
gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
Before it
You know about them staten
they smashin
Everything huh, in any form or fashion
Now talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin or is you flashin? hmmm
Talkin out asshole
You shoulda learnt about the and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot
my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know what the fuck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga
the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
Crunch a nigga a nestle, you know my steez
Burning to the third degree, ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum
You don't it dick up in ya fuck ya

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

Verse two: the

I mc's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin backs like ken
Most rap niggaz came loud but
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest
these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit corporate
Indsutry, but what niggaz can't see
Must through like the wu, unexpectedly
Protect ya neck, my still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, rza scratch off the
We reign all round from june to june
While niggaz bite if not soon
Set the lynchin, and the execution date
As this two thousand beyond suffocate
sample through vacumn tubes compressions
Cause rza, to niggaz twenty g's a session

Verse three: method man/johnny

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

(allow me to the skill of shaolin)
(sha-shadowboxing, the technique of shadowboxing)
(shadowboxing)