Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Deck

Allow me to demonstrate the 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 mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the when guns blast
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
runnin 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 criticize, but now they have become
mentally with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, blessed to
with of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
crush the amateurs who screamed to it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and
Part time minor leagues receive degrees
Attack like a pack, once I pull back
then you, and bust through like a fullback

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

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum wizard
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I like the for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic
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 is on the run like Natural Born Killers
the album Thriller
Now access the jig who has and rocket launchers
Float dope killer bees is what I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like 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, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and passed like
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya
Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family in mansions
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap drug
Village niggaz get slapped in
for rappin, big steps off laffin

(Were you just using the Wu-Tang method against me?
I've learned so 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 slang king
Projects filled young men cause threats
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype
Exchange mad taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the and Allah, it's like that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the guard La
My done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, get steamed
Infrared yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and shinin and
the RZA pours more beats than 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, out Macs for fun

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

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
to split invisible, like dope fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move wolfs in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the Land of the
Notorious from the North
Strikin niggaz the Mason-Dixon line crossed