Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas with strength of eighty midgets
The earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my in, niggaz gaspin 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 killers
Record-breaking the album
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, and gear like Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, drawers as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
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 of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get in manhattan
For rappin, big ghost off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake don't get turns
Watch me ya brain with slang that's king
filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype
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 that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just
Tie up, ya nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
dread? feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
Unify layin in the with la
My clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
Tical the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
The rza pours more beats than cristal's fine
Concrete raps go to
With 50 other niggaz on the side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Mike of this rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's shown when my hands the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I facts, my sword 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
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the land of the
henchman from the north
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed