Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

Verse One: Inspectah a.k.a. Rebel INS

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a 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 have become
mentally paralyzed 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 who screamed to keep it real
Caesar down hoodied up and fatigues
Part minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
then you, and bust through like a fullback

Verse Two: Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony

Yo, you fourteen carat slum computer wizard
Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, 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 Natural Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
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 like mirrors
Beretta splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs with graphic
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

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

Three: Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya with slang that's king
filled with 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 taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's that
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
layin in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
the RZA more beats than Cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
with 50 other on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Verse The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to split backs invisible, like fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and 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