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

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

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

Slip the arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top
The head toucher, party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya 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 your ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't enough

I slayed MC's back in the rec era
My style motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera
Most rap came loud but unheard
Once I pulled out, 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 break through like the Wu,

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

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

When my start to clickin', and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu
I give a cotton-pickin', fuck
About a brother to size a nigga up, I hold my own

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

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

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

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, break it down, all and now
Things are getting good better now

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