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 pledge to the hip-hop

(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh)
Blaze
I allegiance to the hip-hop
(Johnny Blaze)
Maximilli-on,

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

Everything huh, in any shape or fashion
Now everybody talking they blastin', hmm
Is you bustin' steel or is you Hmm
out your asshole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy

Ticallion stallion, 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, fiend to a nigga snoozin'

Slip the cardiac me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez
Burning to the degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The toucher, industry party bum rusher
You like it dick up in ya fuck ya

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

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

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

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

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

When my start to clickin', and the strategy
is the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don't give a cotton-pickin',
a brother 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 gets deep as a
Killa bee, be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son

Wu brother number one, protect neck
Flying here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' words
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 it grungy
Hand on my nut sack and 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 the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down, all and now
Things are getting looking better now

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