Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The special technique of

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

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
In half, it be the Deck on the warpath
First class leavin with a cast
ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal
Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker
I scored 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 I devise
Now I testify, the is i, rebel ins
Ya highness, blessed to
With of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
Crush the who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and
Part time minor leagues receive degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, I pull back
Then guard you, and bust like a fullback

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The earth spins ruins, rap exotic
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole is on the run like natural born killers
Record-breaking the thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float 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 is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps deal with graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village get slapped in manhattan
For rappin, big ghost off laffin

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain slang that's king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's like
Pull ya shoes up black, of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup dread? feds caught you grudgin for his
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the with la
My clan done ran japan to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so seek nuff
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
The rza pours beats than cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
With 50 other on the other side of the map
it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, out macs for fun

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