Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The special of shadowboxing

Poisonous, (word word word)
I should 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 Inspectah on the warpath
First class leavin mics a cast
ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a in a walker
I scored the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they become
Mentally paralyzed hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is i, ins
Ya highness, to electrify
With voltage of an eel, truth I reveal'll
Crush the amateurs who screamed to it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and
Part minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
Then guard you, and through like a fullback

Yo, you carat gold slum computer wizard
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole clan is on the run like born killers
the album thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what I
Ya entrepreneur, pens and like Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
Beretta splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
For rappin, big ghost steps off

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya nike's and tight hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz charges
Unify layin in the guard la
My clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
like the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so seek nuff
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
The rza pours more beats than cristal's fine
Concrete go to black
50 other niggaz on the other 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 when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, like fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the lost
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line