Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of

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, smash ya
In half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a
ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
runnin wild like a child in a walker
I from 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, blessed to
With voltage of an eel, truth I reveal'll
the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
guard you, and bust through like a fullback

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of midgets
The earth spins ruins, rap exotic
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my post-its with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole clan is on the run like natural killers
the album thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and like Shakespeare
When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souvenirs
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya
Say never poetry chumps crumbs with graphic
Blew my overseas 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 school method against me?
I've learned so many styles, me)

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men threats
Who is that? thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin on the land and allah, it's like that
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup dread? feds you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify layin in the with la
My clan done ran from japan to Atlanta, stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
like the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so seek respect
Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
The rza pours beats than cristal's fine wine
Concrete go to black
50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew all good and all done what, we want 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 microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the land of the
henchman from the north
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed