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 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 breaks it to the bone gristle
Ill Scud missile heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my third eye seen it
it happen
You know about fucking Staten
Kids smashin'

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

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

Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist possess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you my steez
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry bum rusher
You don't like it up in ya fuck ya

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

I slayed MC's back in the rec era
My style broke motherfuckin' backs Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but
Once I pulled out, em off to the nearest third

Check non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, to orbit this corporate
Industry, but what them niggaz see
Must through like the Wu, unexpectedly

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

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

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

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

Wu brother number one, your neck
Flying guillotines they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' plus
slurs, peep the graphic

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

At a wack nigga dat, don't understand the
When it come to RZA tra-cks I know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill
How to be exact, break it down, all and 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)