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 yeah, go ahead man...

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

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Deck on the warpath
class leavin mics with a cast
Causin like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I 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
voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to it real
Caesar down hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues receive degrees
Attack a wolf pack, once I pull back
guard you, and bust through like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the album
Now access the jig who has and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like
When I fuck I grab hair, drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew 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
hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal graphic
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost off laffin

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

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain slang that's king
Projects filled with young men threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the niggaz of life shit
These mics is 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
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, like that
ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail with charges
Unify layin in the guard La
My Clan done ran from 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 and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out for fun

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

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed