Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to the skill 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
cool yeah, go ahead man

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

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

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

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me ya brain with slang that's king
filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for
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 just
Tie up, ya nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup dread? feds caught you grudgin for his
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 handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, let's get
Infrared guard yo' beem, so nuff respect
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
The rza more beats than cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
With 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
Knew all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out 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 bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I 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 like wolfs in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the land of the
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon crossed