Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The special technique of

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

Verse Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS

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

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

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

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

Three: 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 young men cause
Who is that? Thousand dollar and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad blunts taste the
Keepin up on fakes state for cakes
No doubt, nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup dread? Feds you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz charges
Unify layin in the guard La
My Clan ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
Tical like the Isle, so God, get steamed
Infrared yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more beats Cristal's fine wine
Concrete go to black
with 50 other 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 Four: The 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 bodies with cordless shotties
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, or software
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious henchman the North
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed