Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
In half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First leavin mics with a cast
ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal
Rhymes wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic the cord
First they criticize, but now they have
Mentally paralyzed with hits that I
Now I testify, the rest is i, ins
Ya highness, to electrify
With voltage of an eel, truth I reveal'll
the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and
Part time minor leagues receive third
Attack like a wolf pack, I pull back
Then guard you, and through like a fullback

Yo, you carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas with strength of eighty midgets
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with
I sell goods, my whole clan is on the run like born killers
Record-breaking the thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like dope killer bees is I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and gear Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
niggaz get slapped in manhattan
For rappin, big steps off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
Watch me massage ya brain slang that's king
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just
Tie up, ya black nike's and hats
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
dread? feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
Unify in the guard with la
My clan ran from japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
Tical like the isle, so god, let's get
guard yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
The rza more beats than cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to
With 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike of this rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's when my hands grip the chrome microphone
I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope fiend
the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the land of the
Notorious from the north
Strikin niggaz the Mason-Dixon line crossed