Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The technique of shadowboxing

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

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
In half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First leavin mics with a cast
Causin like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the 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 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 screamed to it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and
Part time minor leagues third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
Then guard you, and bust like a fullback

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum wizard
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, gaspin swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its 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 and rocket launchers
Float like killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and gear like
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, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal graphic
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
For rappin, big steps off laffin

(Were you just using the 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 that's
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the and allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black nike's and hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
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 japan to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so seek respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it par shallah
Pro like tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
The rza pours more beats than fine wine
Concrete go to black
With 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To split backs invisible, like fiend tracks
the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the lost
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed