Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes
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 explosives my post-its hypnotize with
I sell goods, my whole is on the run like natural born killers
Record-breaking the thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and like Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as
Fuck yeah, my crew German beers
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my overseas 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 ghost off laffin

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause
Who is that? thousand chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin on the land and allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact adapt
Tie up, ya nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
layin in the guard with la
My clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
like the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
The rza pours more beats than fine wine
Concrete raps go to
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, out macs for fun

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome
Verbally I bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
To backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, or software
Undaground and off air, the of the lost
Notorious from the north
niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed