Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
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 natural born
Record-breaking the thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like dope bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, and gear like Shakespeare
When I I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
Beretta splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
niggaz get slapped in manhattan
For rappin, big steps off laffin

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is that? thousand chains and techs
Focus, the niggaz of life shit
These is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin on the land and allah, it's like 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 grudgin for his
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz charges
Unify layin in the with la
My clan done ran from japan to Atlanta, with
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
like the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
The rza pours more beats than cristal's fine
Concrete raps go to
50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all what, we want some
Mike of this rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To split invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we move like wolfs in sheep
Producin data, or software
and off air, the land of the lost
Notorious from the north
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed