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 allegiance to the
(Johnny Blaze)
Maximilli-on,

I breaks it down to the bone
Ill speaking missile heat seeking
Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my third eye seen it
Before it
You know about fucking Staten
Kids smashin'

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

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, fiend to catch a nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At a wack nigga dat, don't the fact
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 getting good better now

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