Luyện nghe bài hát The Abduction

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

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

Allah just, I lay it for the mix
Quick to quake a
The sound came rusted crate
by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough to slide like bobsleds
On a cold white snow, plus with the flow
Wu-Tang niggaz, they and make the mic glow

We all gorillin' with all that screwfacin'
Pacin' and forth looking savage, stop it

Whether plugged in or out
Iron mugged or thugged out
Blood in or blood out, son was out
look at you and slice you
Buck fifty face stupid and say but run swoop
Who the fuck you think, let wild niggas in
you to put down ya guns and raise ya pen
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't with no pig

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

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

Penetrate on mix with the legislation
Illustrate constant
friction, Shaw shank Golden Arm Redemption
Endorsed my the Masta signature

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

Act you know, this is no drill
Murderous rap goin' for kill
On these New York city we walk
Camoflauge, the eyes of the hawk
Kani Sport, totin' the fifth, off
My source movin' across 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 wider than seven
Squeeze on MC's, with bullet train
Tony's Touch create more gold Midas
Ya highness, all in ya head, like ya stylus

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

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