Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The special of shadowboxing

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

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

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

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

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

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, dope fiend tracks
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 henchman the north
niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed