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 with that shit
Alright cool yeah, go man

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
In half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker
I scored the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have
paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is i, ins
Ya highness, to electrify
With voltage of an eel, truth that I
Crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it
black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor receive third degrees
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 like botta
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole is on the run like natural born killers
Record-breaking the album
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
like dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, and gear like Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, drawers as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
Beretta shots splatter goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
For rappin, big ghost off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get
Watch me ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled young 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 the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta 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, of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black nike's and tight
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, to jail niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the guard la
My clan done ran 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 nuff
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
The rza pours more beats cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
With 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all and all done what, we want some
Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
To backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like wolfs in clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the land of the
henchman from the north
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line