Luyện nghe bài hát Shadowboxin'

(Special technique)
Fuck
(Special of shadowboxin')
God

(The GZA, god damn)
(The GZA, god damn)
allegiance to the hip-hop
(Method, god damn)
I allegiance to the hip-hop

(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh)
Blaze
I pledge allegiance to the
(Johnny Blaze)
Maximilli-on,

I it down to the bone gristle
Ill Scud missile heat seeking
Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my eye seen it comin'
Before it
You know about fucking Staten
Kids they

Everything huh, in any form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout blastin', hmm
Is you steel or is you flashin'? Hmm
Talkin' out asshole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy

Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and nosed
From my to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin', just what the fuck I'm doin'
Rap insomniac, to catch a nigga snoozin'

Slip the cardiac arrest me, hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you my steez
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top
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 of Shaolin)
Rap
(The technique)
go back and check
(Of shadowboxing)
Your fuckin'
(Shadowboxin')
your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't enough

I slayed MC's in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin' like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but
Once I out, round em off to the nearest third

Check these non niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, to orbit this corporate
Industry, but them niggaz can't see
Must break through the Wu, unexpectedly

Protect Ya Neck, my sword remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the
We all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not

Set the lynchin', and form the execution
As this two beyond slang suffocate
sample through vaccum tubes compressions
'Cause RZA, to charge niggaz G's a session

When my start to clickin', and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu
I don't give a cotton-pickin',
About a tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own

protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy actin' he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a
Killa bee, that be holdin' his honeycomb, loungin' son

Wu brother number one, protect neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bastards
Hard times and tactics, spittin' words plus
slurs, peep the graphic

Novel from the bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, throttle, time to bungee
To the episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nut and spittin' lung-ghies

At a wack nigga dat, don't the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I don't how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa projects
How to be exact, break it down, all and now
Things are getting looking better now

(Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin)
(Sha-shadowboxin', the special of shadowboxin')
(Shadowboxin')
(Allow me to demonstrate)