Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special technique of

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

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

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

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
Watch me massage ya with slang that's king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just
Tie up, ya nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify layin in the guard la
My clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
Tical the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
The rza pours more beats than fine wine
Concrete go to black
With 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all 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 shown when my hands the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope fiend
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 the north
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed