Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to the skill of Shaolin
The technique of shadowboxing

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

Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya
In half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the
class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the when guns blast
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I the mic from the cord
they criticize, but now they have become
Mentally paralyzed with that I devise
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 black hoodied up and fatigues
Part time minor leagues third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull
Then guard you, and bust like a fullback

Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I like the kills for ice trife botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of eighty
The earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my peeps in, gaspin swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize hypnosis
I goods, my whole clan is on the run like natural born killers
Record-breaking the thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and gear Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say poetry chumps crumbs deal with 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 steps off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? thousand dollar chains and
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the hype shit
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of just adapt
Tie up, ya black nike's and hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the with la
My clan done ran from japan to Atlanta, with
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
like the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so seek respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par
Pro black tar
the fly shit and stay shinin and
The rza pours more beats than cristal's wine
Concrete go to black
With 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
Knew all good and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out for fun

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope fiend
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 the north
Strikin niggaz the Mason-Dixon line crossed