Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

Poisonous, (word word word)
I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my face with that shit
cool yeah, go ahead man

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
In half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First class mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when blast
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a
I scored the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I the mic from the cord
First criticize, but now they have become
Mentally paralyzed with hits I devise
Now I testify, the is i, rebel ins
Ya highness, blessed to
With of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
Crush the who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down up and fatigues
Part time leagues receive third degrees
Attack a wolf pack, once I pull back
guard you, and bust through like a fullback

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes
Do I like the for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize hypnosis
I sell goods, my clan is on the run like natural born killers
Record-breaking the thriller
Now access the jig who has and rocket launchers
Float like dope bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and like Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souvenirs
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
For rappin, big ghost steps off

(Were you just using the wu-tang school against me?
I've learned so styles, forgive me)

Sit back relax, fake don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with that's king
Projects with young men cause threats
Who is that? thousand chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal shit
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact adapt
Tie up, ya nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
layin in the guard with la
My clan done ran from japan to Atlanta, stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, let's get
Infrared yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par
Pro black tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
The rza pours more beats cristal's fine wine
Concrete go to black
With 50 other on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out for fun

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies cordless shotties
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we move like wolfs in sheep
Producin data, or software
and off air, the land of the lost
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed