Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special technique of

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

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

paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Deck on the warpath
First class mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild a child in a walker
I scored from the inner abroad
And my are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they become
mentally with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to
voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it
black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor receive third degrees
Attack a wolf pack, once I pull back
guard you, and bust through like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
Tappin inside my rap vein causes
Do I like the kills for ice trife like digits
Gorillas injected with strength of midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my 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 and rocket launchers
Float dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souveneirs
yeah, my crew down German beers
My career is on guns, throwin cats 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 poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

(Were you just the Wu-Tang school method against me?
learned so many styles, forgive me)

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

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang king
Projects with young men cause threats
Who is Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta state for
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, like that
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz charges
Unify in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's wine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 other niggaz on the side of the map
Knew it's all good and all what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, out Macs for fun

Verse Four: The a.k.a. Maximillion

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep
Producin data, microchips or
and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz the Mason-Dixon line crossed