Luyện nghe bài hát Shadowboxin'

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

(The GZA, god damn)
(The GZA, god damn)
Pledge allegiance to the
(Method, god damn)
I pledge allegiance to the

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

I breaks it down to the bone
Ill speaking Scud missile seeking
Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my third eye seen it
it happen
You know about them Staten
Kids they

Everything huh, in any form or fashion
Now talking bout they blastin', hmm
Is you bustin' steel or is you Hmm
Talkin' out your
You shoulda learnt about the and peasy Afro

Ticallion stallion, eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the on my big toe
I keeps it movin', know just what the I'm doin'
Rap insomniac, fiend to a nigga snoozin'

Slip the cardiac me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez
Burning to the third degree, ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum
You like it dick up in ya fuck ya

(Allow me to demonstrate)
right, you corny-ass
(The of Shaolin)
Rap
(The technique)
Better go back and
(Of shadowboxing)
fuckin' stacks
(Shadowboxin')
'Cause naps ain't nappy enough
And your ain't rugged enough

I slayed back in the rec room era
My broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera
Most rap came loud but unheard
Once I pulled out, round em off to the nearest

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

Protect Ya Neck, my sword still 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 thousand beyond slang
Amplify sample through tubes compressions
'Cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a

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

Hard-hat protect dome
Look at baby boy actin' like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a
bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son

Wu brother number one, protect neck
Flying guillotines they come, bloody bastards
times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the

Novel the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to
To the next episode, I it grungy
Hand on my nut sack and spittin'

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

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