Luyện nghe bài hát The Abduction

Okay, the GZA
Tony Touch classic,
We gonna bang y'all in the head one
Blaze up on y'all one time real
(Do the mix and all shit)
Knamsayin', up
(Make it, make it a record quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya on, ahhight?
(Yeah, it up, make it a record, get down, yo)

I take niggas straight, beneath the surface
To the core, if it ain't raw it's
Pentab professional, the ink
While rats fall off the raft and sink
let a brother touch, twenty bar rush
The way we push through equivalent to rocket

just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a
The came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by
Beat smooth enough to through like bobsleds
On a cold snow, plus with the right flow
niggaz, they shine and make the mic glow

We killin' all gorillin' with all screwfacin'
Pacin' back and forth looking savage, it

plugged in or plugged out
Iron drill or thugged out
Blood in or out, son was bugged out
Might at you and slice you
Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike
Who the you think, let y'all wild niggas in
you to put down ya guns and raise ya pen
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we fuck with no pig

We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a to your wig
Murder increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I read
I'm to mate'cha king with three rooks
You see the Wu W raised in fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will scratch
The ice cube you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's

Was only appraised at
Gazed upon by the eyes of
Of people, who would trade gold for
I heard boar's head killed more than nuclear's
Or street serfs who walk dressed in all red
Bobby Digi said if you ever in Compton or Beach
Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis wit' a nice

Penetrate on mix tape with the
Illustrate elevation
Spark friction, Shaw shank Golden Arm
Endorsed my the Masta inscription

Off top my unorthodox of attack
Is like rollin' on elephant's backs
Pack a long barrel, off strong ammo
My light so vast, I cast twenty shadows
First family, fifth cappo, to macro
Load it in ya head, it back slow

Act like you know, is no drill
Murderous rap goin' for kill
On these New York city sidewalks we
Camoflauge, dodgin' the of the hawk
Kani Sport, totin' the fifth, off
My live source movin' with brute force
Bloodsport, anymore heads face the
must fade, the stakes are now raised

Words of murder, suspense, and
major league niggaz show signs of fatigue
My Killer Bees span than seven seas
Squeeze on MC's, with train speed
Tony's create more gold than Midas
Ya highness, all in ya head, like ya stylus

Frosty mug, big ring top secret thug
Lampin' in cheaters with the murder glove
Boat of the town, grin look peculiar
Swung on this faggot, knocked the outta Silvia's
Timb's got scuffed up, my got sprained, that's my word
To ever single seat, I smack
Island's bayside of teachers of Elijah

Thrown out the temple, wit the father
Nickname's Pudding, Clarence 13X before the Will
And the of Cuba Gooding
Lost in the cosmos, explodin' through a
Be duckin' pulsars, stay still be the Gods
Tony Touch, Touch, word up
Big Face in effect