Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotine (Swordz)

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
In half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First class leavin mics with a
Causin ruckus like the aftermath guns blast
Run fast, here the verbal assaulta
runnin wild like a child in a walker
I scored from the inner slums
And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now have become
Mentally paralyzed with hits I devise
Now I testify, the is i, rebel 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 time minor leagues third degrees
like a wolf pack, once I pull back
Then guard you, and bust through like a

Yo, you fourteen gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes
Do I like the kills for ice like botta digits
Gorillas injected with strength of midgets
The earth spins ruins, rap exotic
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
What a dosage, you in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize hypnosis
I sell goods, my whole is on the run like natural born killers
the album thriller
Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is I sponsor
Ya entrepreneur, pens and like Shakespeare
I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs
Fuck yeah, my crew down German
My career is based on guns, throwin cats in
Etcetera, damage any lame ass
Who try to front, get broken and like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like
Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers
Say poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic
my family overseas in mansions
If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour
Tax the of the rap drug traffickin
Village niggaz get in manhattan
For rappin, big ghost steps off

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

Sit back relax, fake don't get turns
me massage ya brain with slang that's king
Projects filled with young men cause
Who is that? dollar chains and techs
Focus, the niggaz of life shit
These mics is like cocaine sun, the suicidal hype shit
mad blunts taste the sweepstakes
Keepin up on outta state for cakes
No doubt, plus amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the land and allah, it's that
Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact adapt
Tie up, ya black nike's and hats
Corners, surrounded with foreigners
Whattup dread? feds caught you for his bread
But regardless, peace to jail niggaz charges
layin in the guard with la
My clan done ran from japan to Atlanta, stamina
Clingers and gamblers, and handlers
like the isle, so god, let's get steamed
Infrared guard yo' beem, so nuff respect
Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah
Pro black tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
The rza pours more beats cristal's fine wine
raps go to black
With 50 other niggaz on the side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we want
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, out macs for fun

The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own
And it's shown my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless
Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like
I facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope fiend
Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows
How we like wolfs in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the lost
henchman from the north
Strikin niggaz where the line crossed