Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat slum 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 exotic
Let my peeps in, gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with
I sell goods, my whole is on the run like natural born killers
the album thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like dope bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and gear like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
Beretta shots your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs with graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village niggaz get in manhattan
For rappin, big steps off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
Watch me massage ya brain slang that's king
filled with young men cause threats
Who is thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just
Tie up, ya black nike's and hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify layin in the with la
My clan done ran japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
Tical the isle, so god, let's 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 more beats than fine wine
Concrete raps go to
With 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
Knew it's all good and all what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out 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 catch with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To split backs invisible, like fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in clothes
Producin data, or software
Undaground and off air, the land of the
Notorious henchman the north
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed