Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

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

paragraphs, smash ya phonograph
in half, it be the Deck on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when blast
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
runnin wild like 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
paralyzed with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the rest is I, INS
Ya highness, blessed to
voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it
Caesar black down up and fatigues
Part time minor receive third degrees
Attack a wolf pack, once I pull back
then you, and bust through like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like digits
Gorillas with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the album
Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket
Float like killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear shakespeare
I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew German beers
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
Beretta shots your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
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 Chef a.k.a. Lou

Sit back relax, fake niggaz get turns
Watch me massage ya brain slang that's king
filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
layin in the guard 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 guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
the RZA pours more than Cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew all good and all done what, we want some
Mike of this 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 when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious from the North
niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed