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 y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin with that shit
cool yeah, go ahead man...

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

paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First leavin mics with a cast
Causin like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have
mentally paralyzed with hits that I
Now I testify, the rest is I, 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
time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack a wolf pack, once I pull back
then guard you, and bust 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 like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas injected with of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic
Let my peeps in, gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like dope killer bees is what I
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare
When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my down German beers
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
Beretta splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big Ghost off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, niggaz don't get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
Puttin on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats
Corners, stay surrounded foreigners
dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
Unify in the guard with La
My done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine
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 this rap shit, out Macs 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 grip the chrome
Verbally I bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained 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 like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious from the North
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed