Luyện nghe bài hát The Abduction

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

I take y'all niggas straight, beneath the
To the core, if it ain't raw worthless
professional, hold the ink
While river fall off the raft and sink
Tony let a brother touch, twenty bar
The way we push through equivalent to rocket

Allah just, I lay it for the mix
Quick to a label-mate
The sound outta rusted crate
Surrounded by
smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds
On a cold white snow, plus with the flow
niggaz, they shine and make the mic glow

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

Whether plugged in or out
Iron drill mugged or out
in or blood out, son was bugged out
Might look at you and you
Buck fifty stupid and say but run Nike swoop
Who the fuck you think, let y'all niggas in
Allowed you to put down ya and raise ya pen
Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig

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

Was only at forty-two
Gazed by the eyes of multitude
Of people, who would trade gold for
I boar's head killed more than nuclear's warhead
Or serfs who walk around dressed in all red
Bobby Digi said if you ever in or Long Beach
Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis wit' a piece

Penetrate on mix with the legislation
constant elevation
Spark friction, shank Golden Arm Redemption
my the Masta inscription signature

Off top my style of attack
Is like Hannibal rollin' on elephant's
Pack a long barrel, bustin' off strong
My light so vast, I twenty foot shadows
family, fifth cappo, micro to macro
Load it in ya head, play it back

Act like you know, is no drill
Murderous rap revealed for kill
On these New York city sidewalks we
Camoflauge, dodgin' the eyes of the
Sport, totin' the fifth, slidin' off
My live source across with brute force
Bloodsport, heads face the blade
Fakers fade, the stakes are now raised

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

Frosty mug, big ring leaders top thug
Lampin' in cheaters Orenthal with the glove
Boat of the town, devilish grin look
Swung on this faggot, knocked the windows outta
Timb's got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained, that's my
To ever seat, I smack flames
Staten Island's of teachers of Elijah

out the temple, non-calodic wit the father
Nickname's Pudding, Clarence 13X before the Smith's
And the limelights of Cuba
Lost in the cosmos, explodin' a quasar
Be duckin' pulsars, organic still be the Gods
Touch, Tony Touch, word up
Big Face in effect