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 allegiance to the hip-hop

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

I breaks it to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud heat seeking
Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my third eye it comin'
it happen
You know about them Staten
they smashin'

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

Ticallion stallion, eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the on my big toe
I keeps it movin', know what the fuck I'm doin'
Rap insomniac, to catch 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, sneaky ass alley cat top
The head toucher, industry bum rusher
You don't it dick up in ya fuck ya

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

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

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

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

Set the lynchin', and the execution date
As this two thousand beyond 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 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 your
Look at mama baby boy like he grown
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 they come, bloody
times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the

from 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 lung-ghies

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

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