Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of

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

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

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
in half, it be the Deck on the warpath
First class leavin with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath guns blast
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker
I from the inner slums abroad
And my are razor 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 is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to
with voltage of an eel, truth I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it
Caesar black down hoodied up and
Part minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, I pull back
then guard you, and bust like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Killers
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare
When I I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya
Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village niggaz get in Manhattan
for rappin, big steps off laffin

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

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

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with that's king
Projects with young men cause threats
Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest niggaz of life
These mics is like cocaine Sun, the suicidal hype shit
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of
Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, like that
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya black and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with
Unify in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and gram
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
the RZA pours more than Cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
with 50 other niggaz on the other of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Mike of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun

Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a.

The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome
I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split backs invisible, like dope fiend
the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
henchman from the North
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed