Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The special technique of

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole clan is on the run natural born killers
Record-breaking the album
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and like Shakespeare
When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souvenirs
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
For rappin, big ghost off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang king
Projects filled with young men cause
Who is that? thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's like
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact 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 with charges
Unify in the guard with la
My clan done ran from japan to Atlanta, with
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, get steamed
Infrared yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
The rza more beats than cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to
With 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
it's all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, out macs for fun

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
Intriguin emcees, I em trained 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 wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the lost
Notorious from the north
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed