Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of
The technique of shadowboxing

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

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
In half, it be the Deck on the warpath
First leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when blast
Run fast, here comes the assaulta
Rhymes runnin wild like a 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 hits that I
Now I testify, the rest is i, ins
Ya highness, blessed to
With voltage of an eel, 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 back
Then guard you, and bust through like a

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum wizard
Tappin inside my rap causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
injected with strength of eighty midgets
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin
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
Record-breaking the thriller
Now access the jig who has bombs and launchers
Float like dope killer bees is I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, and gear like Shakespeare
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as
yeah, my crew down German beers
My is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get broken and passed leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
For rappin, big steps off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake don't get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with men cause threats
Who is that? thousand chains and techs
Focus, the brokest of life shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype
Exchange mad blunts the sweepstakes
Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes
No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of
Puttin on the land and allah, it's like that
Pull ya up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay surrounded with
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 japan to Atlanta, with stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, keep it par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly and stay shinin and
The rza pours more beats than cristal's wine
Concrete raps go to
With 50 other on the other side of the map
Knew it's all and all done what, we want some
Mike Tyson of rap shit, pullin out macs for fun

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with shotties
emcees, I keep em trained like potties
I facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producin data, or software
and off air, the land of the lost
Notorious henchman from the
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed