Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta
Gorillas injected with of eighty midgets
The earth spins ruins, rap 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 clan is on the run like born killers
the album thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like dope bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, and gear like Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my crew German beers
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
For rappin, big ghost steps off

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
Watch me ya brain with slang that's king
Projects with young men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's that
Pull ya shoes up black, of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup dread? feds caught you for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
layin in the guard with la
My clan done ran from japan to Atlanta, with
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, get steamed
Infrared yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
The rza more beats than cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
With 50 other niggaz on the side of the map
Knew it's all good and all what, we want some
Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown my hands grip the chrome microphone
I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the lost
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz the Mason-Dixon line crossed