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)
Johnny
I pledge to the hip-hop
(Johnny Blaze)
Maximilli-on,

I it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, like Wes Craven
gunnin', my third eye seen it comin'
Before it
You about them fucking Staten
Kids they

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

stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my to the bunion on my big toe
I it movin', know 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, ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum
You don't like it dick up in ya ya

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

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

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

Protect Ya Neck, my still remain imperial
I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
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 slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vaccum tubes
'Cause RZA, to charge twenty G's a session

When my mind to clickin', and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be 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 boy actin' like he grown
No for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son

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

Novel from the bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle, to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it
Hand on my nut sack and lung-ghies

At a wack nigga dat, understand the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I know how to act
Real rap the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down, all and now
are getting good looking better now

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