Luyện nghe bài hát Guillotinz (Swordz)

Intro: Inspectah

Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin
The special of shadowboxing

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

Verse One: Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS

Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph
in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath
First class leavin with a cast
Causin like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta
Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker
I from the inner slums abroad
And my are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord
First they criticize, but now they have
mentally with hits that I devise
Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS
Ya highness, to electrify
with voltage of an eel, that I reveal'll
crush the who screamed to keep it real
Caesar black down hoodied up and
time minor leagues receive third degrees
Attack a wolf pack, once I pull back
then guard you, and through like a fullback

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

Yo, you carat gold slum computer wizard
Tappin inside my rap vein causes
Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta
injected with strength of eighty midgets
The Earth spins ruins, rap blends
Let my in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins
a dosage, you overdosed in rap
High explosives my post-its hypnotize with
I goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers
Record-breaking the Thriller
Now access the jig who has and rocket launchers
Float like dope killer bees is I sponsor
Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare
When I I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs
Fuck yeah, my crew German beers
My is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs
Etcetera, damage any ass competitor
Who try to front, get and passed like leathers
Whatever hot hardheads get like mirrors
Beretta shots your goose, scatter ya feathers
Say never chumps crumbs deal with graphic
Blew my family overseas in
If rap was crack, packed I be tour cats
Tax the kingpin of the rap traffickin
niggaz get slapped in Manhattan
for rappin, big Ghost off laffin

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

Verse Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds

Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns
Watch me massage ya brain with that's king
Projects filled with young men threats
Who is that? Thousand 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, nobody amount, we making dough off of
Puttin fifty on the and Allah, it's like that
ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt
Tie up, ya Nike's and tight hats
Corners, stay with foreigners
Whattup Feds caught you grudgin for his bread
But regardless, peace to niggaz with charges
Unify in the guard with La
My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, stamina
and gamblers, and gram handlers
Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get
Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff
Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah
Pro like tar
Designin the fly shit and stay and
the RZA pours more beats than fine wine
Concrete go to black
with 50 other on the other side of the map
Knew it's all good and all done what, we some
Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out for fun

Verse The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion

The nigga get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And shown when my hands 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
the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like in sheep clothes
data, microchips or software
Undaground and off air, the of the Lost
Notorious henchman the North
Strikin where the Mason-Dixon line crossed