Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
In half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the when guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes wild like a child in a walker
I from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have
paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is i, ins
Ya highness, to electrify
With voltage of an eel, truth that I
Crush the amateurs who to keep it real
Caesar black hoodied up and fatigues
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 vein blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of midgets
The earth ruins, rap exotic 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 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 drawers as
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya
Say never poetry chumps deal with graphic
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village get slapped in manhattan
For rappin, big steps off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get
Watch me massage ya brain with slang king
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the hype shit
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
up on fakes 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, matta of fact adapt
Tie up, ya black nike's and tight
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup dread? feds caught you grudgin for his
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
Unify layin in the guard la
My clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, let's get
guard yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
The rza pours more than cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to
With 50 other niggaz on the side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out for fun

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with shotties
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To split backs invisible, dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the land of the
Notorious henchman the north
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon crossed