Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

Poisonous, poisonous (word word)
I should 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 Inspectah on the warpath
First class leavin with a cast
Causin ruckus the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
runnin wild like a child 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 with hits that I
Now I testify, the rest is i, ins
Ya highness, blessed to
With voltage of an eel, truth that I
Crush the amateurs who to keep it real
Caesar black hoodied up and fatigues
Part time leagues receive third degrees
Attack a wolf pack, once I pull back
Then guard you, and bust through like a

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta
Gorillas injected with strength of midgets
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
What a dosage, you in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my clan is on the run like natural born killers
the album thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and like Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, drawers as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
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 learned so styles, forgive me)

Sit back relax, fake don't get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
up on fakes outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin fifty on the and allah, it's like that
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black nike's and hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? feds you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
Unify in the guard with la
My clan done ran japan to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, get steamed
guard yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
The rza pours more beats than cristal's fine
Concrete go to black
50 other niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want
Mike of this rap shit, pullin 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 bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To split invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like wolfs in clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the lost
henchman from the north
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon crossed