Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The special technique of

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

Verse Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner abroad
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they become
paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, to electrify
with voltage of an eel, that I reveal'll
crush the who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down up and fatigues
Part minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I back
then guard you, and bust through a fullback

Verse Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks

Yo, you fourteen carat slum computer wizard
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Born Killers
Record-breaking the album
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is what I
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
Beretta shots splatter goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

Verse Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with slang king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand chains and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal shit
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay 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 from Japan to Atlanta, stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's wine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 niggaz on the other 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

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

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's shown when my hands the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my is an axe
to backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed