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

I breaks it down to the gristle
Ill speaking Scud heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes
Niggaz gunnin', my eye seen it comin'
Before it
You know about fucking Staten
Kids smashin'

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

Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot
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 nigga

the cardiac arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nigga a Nestle, you know 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)
right, you corny-ass
(The of Shaolin)
Rap
(The technique)
go back and check
(Of shadowboxing)
Your fuckin'
(Shadowboxin')
your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs rugged enough

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

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

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

Set the lynchin', and the execution date
As two thousand beyond slang suffocate
sample through vaccum tubes compressions
'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
a brother tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own

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

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

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

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

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