Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
In half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
First class leavin mics with a
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when blast
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild a child in a walker
I from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they become
paralyzed with hits that I devise
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 to keep it real
Caesar black down up and fatigues
Part time leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
Then guard you, and through like a fullback

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas injected with of eighty midgets
The spins 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 natural born
Record-breaking the thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and gear Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as
yeah, my crew down German beers
My is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
Beretta splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
For rappin, big steps off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get
Watch me massage ya with slang that's king
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes 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, of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, to jail niggaz with charges
Unify in the guard with la
My clan done ran from japan to Atlanta, stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so seek nuff
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
The rza pours more beats cristal's fine wine
Concrete go to black
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 don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the 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
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the land of the
Notorious from the north
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed