Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

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 face with that shit
Alright yeah, go ahead man

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
In half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal
Rhymes runnin wild a child in a walker
I from the inner slums abroad
And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the
First they criticize, but now they have
Mentally paralyzed with hits that I
Now I testify, the rest is i, ins
Ya highness, to electrify
With of an eel, truth that I reveal'll
Crush the amateurs who screamed to it real
black down hoodied up and fatigues
Part minor leagues receive third degrees
like a wolf pack, once I pull back
Then you, and bust through like a fullback

Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer
inside my rap vein causes blizzards
Do I the kills for ice trife like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of midgets
The spins ruins, rap exotic blends
Let my peeps in, niggaz swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole clan is on the run like natural born
Record-breaking the thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer is what I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and like Shakespeare
I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my down German beers
My career is based on guns, cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, any lame ass competitor
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot get shattered like mirrors
Beretta shots splatter goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
Village niggaz get slapped in
For rappin, big ghost off laffin

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

Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get
Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's
Projects filled with young men threats
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit
These is like cocaine sun, check the suicidal hype shit
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's like
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just
Tie up, ya black nike's and tight
Corners, stay surrounded with
Whattup dread? feds caught you grudgin for his
But regardless, to jail niggaz with charges
Unify layin in the with la
My clan done ran from japan to Atlanta, stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
Tical like the isle, so god, let's get
guard yo' beem, so seek nuff respect
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
The rza pours more than cristal's fine wine
Concrete go to black
With 50 niggaz on the other side of the map
it's 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 shown when my grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies cordless shotties
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I bomb facts, my is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope fiend
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and knows
How we move like wolfs in clothes
Producin data, microchips or
Undaground and off air, the of the lost
Notorious from the north
Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line