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

I it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missile seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin', my third eye it comin'
it happen
You know about them Staten
Kids smashin'

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

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

Slip the cardiac arrest me, hip-hop possess me
Crunch a like a Nestle, you know my steez
to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum
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 stacks
(Shadowboxin')
your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged

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

Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a
Flood the seminar, tryin' to this corporate
Industry, but what niggaz can't see
break through like the Wu, unexpectedly

Protect Ya Neck, my still remain imperial
I blast 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 this two thousand beyond slang
Amplify sample through vaccum tubes
'Cause RZA, to charge twenty G's a session

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

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

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

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

At a nigga dat, don't understand the fact
it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa projects
How to be exact, it down, all and together now
Things are getting looking better now

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