Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of

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

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

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

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The spins 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 Clan is on the run like Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare
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, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost off laffin

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

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get
Watch me massage ya brain with slang king
filled with young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest of life shit
mics 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
Puttin on the Land and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz charges
Unify layin in the with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so nuff respect
bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
the RZA pours beats than Cristal's fine wine
Concrete raps go to
with 50 other niggaz on the side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out 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 my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the
niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed