Luyện nghe bài hát Shadowboxin'

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

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

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

I breaks it down to the bone
Ill speaking missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, like Wes Craven
gunnin', my third eye seen it comin'
Before it
You know about them fucking
Kids smashin'

Everything huh, in any shape 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 naps to the on my big toe
I it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin'
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga

Slip the cardiac arrest me, hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you my steez
to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya ya

(Allow me to demonstrate)
That's right, you
(The of Shaolin)
Rap
(The technique)
Better go back and
(Of shadowboxing)
Your fuckin'
(Shadowboxin')
'Cause your naps ain't nappy
And your reefs ain't rugged

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

Check these non visual niggaz, with and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin' to orbit corporate
Industry, but what niggaz can't see
Must through like the Wu, unexpectedly

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

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

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

Hard-hat protect your
Look at mama baby boy actin' he grown
No time for sleep, I deep as a baritone
Killa bee, be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son

Wu brother number one, protect your
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody
Hard times and killer tactics, words 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 nut sack and lung-ghies

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

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