Luyện nghe bài hát The Abduction

Okay, the GZA
Tony Touch classic,
We gonna 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, make it a record quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up, it a record, get down, yo)

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

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

We killin' all gorillin' with all that
Pacin' back and forth savage, stop it

Whether plugged in or out
Iron mugged 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
Allowed you to put ya guns and raise ya pen
Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig

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

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

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

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

Act like you know, this is no
Murderous rap revealed 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' across brute force
Bloodsport, anymore heads the blade
Fakers must fade, the are now raised

Words of murder, suspense, and
Make major league show signs of fatigue
My Bees span wider than seven seas
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 top secret thug
Lampin' in Orenthal with the murder glove
of the town, devilish grin look peculiar
Swung on this faggot, knocked the outta Silvia's
got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained, that's my word
To ever single seat, I smack
Staten Island's of teachers of Elijah

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