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 real fast
(Do the mix and all shit)
Knamsayin', up
(Make it, it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up, it a record, get down, yo)

I take niggas straight, beneath the surface
To the core, if it raw it's worthless
professional, hold the ink
While rats fall off the raft and sink
Tony let a touch, twenty bar rush
The way we push through equivalent to rocket

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

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

plugged in or plugged out
Iron drill or thugged out
Blood in or out, son was bugged out
look at you and slice you
Buck face stupid and say but run Nike swoop
Who the you think, let y'all wild niggas in
Allowed you to put down ya and raise ya pen
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't with no pig

We teach the kids, you rather have a or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the of fifty cent pieces
worry about the weed or pussy, I read books
I'm liable to mate'cha king with rooks
You see the Wu W in black fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord will scratch this
The ice cube link you bought, the Jew for 80 G's

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

on mix tape with the legislation
Illustrate elevation
Spark friction, shank Golden Arm Redemption
Endorsed my the Masta signature

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

Act you know, this is no drill
Murderous rap revealed goin' for
On New York city sidewalks we walk
Camoflauge, the eyes of the hawk
Sport, totin' the fifth, slidin' off
My source movin' across with brute force
Bloodsport, anymore heads the blade
must fade, the stakes are now raised

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

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

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