Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special technique of

Poisonous, (word word word)
I slap 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 Deck on the warpath
First class leavin with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild a child in a walker
I scored the inner slums abroad
And my are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have
Mentally paralyzed with hits that I
Now I testify, the rest is i, ins
Ya highness, to electrify
voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
Crush the amateurs who to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and
Part time minor leagues receive degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I back
guard you, and bust through like a fullback

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The earth ruins, rap exotic blends
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 clan is on the run like born killers
Record-breaking the thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
like dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, and gear like Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect 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 broken and passed like
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
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 don't get
Watch me massage ya brain with that's king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
fifty on the land and allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact adapt
Tie up, ya black nike's and tight
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify layin in the guard la
My clan ran from japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, get steamed
Infrared yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
The rza pours more beats than cristal's fine
raps go to black
With 50 other on the other side of the map
Knew it's all and all done what, we want some
Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's when my hands grip the chrome microphone
I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the lost
henchman from the north
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line