Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

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
cool yeah, go ahead man...

Verse Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS

paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath guns blast
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker
I from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the
First they criticize, but now they have
mentally paralyzed hits that I devise
Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, to electrify
with voltage of an eel, truth I reveal'll
the amateurs who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black 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 Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The Earth ruins, rap exotic 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 is on the run like Natural Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like
When I I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down beers
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village niggaz get in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost steps off

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

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

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain slang that's king
filled with young men cause threats
Who is Thousand dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup dread? Feds caught you for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify layin in the with La
My done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
the RZA more beats than Cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
with 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
Knew all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em like potties
I facts, my sword 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
Producin data, or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious henchman the North
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line