Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I despise killing and raping
despicable are you, my judge?
It's just you should be
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you

Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yo,
Check these high sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room for you brothers
Time's ticking, conduct

Entering one funk the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might
Tap dance swelling novel model

For a breather, reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something that's round and
Blood brothers people of we get down
Watch this fly, force feed being said

Nine Diagram acid evil red left his
Mic half a dangle, man
My mic def wish, everlasting plan
God body, know me as the cleaner

Night champion, old style seem a
kiss of spider, to God saga why
talk drama, fly swatters

Number two, San Poi

This Wu shit be hard to kill and full
Rhymes filtered through the net words hit the chrome
Pro editing tracks that's rough
'Cause a jam without a live MC enough

So we this and grab all within' reach
Throw a scrap back to niggaz perfect own speech
is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by singers in Atlantic City bands

Niggaz on and get hooked on this mic line
thin and shift through the pipeline
LP's delivered with style and

Niggaz flowin' smoothly in a
Order, revealin' hidden recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who aura

Twist the DAC up, them niggaz math is back up
he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to like this
Two Kahluas one chick she's German

Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, it open
With the on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
Next, Rocky, ring, call it to
Slang sou fleer decorator, player

Mic immigrants, nine of us formed
flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make stare at me yo
He the God might as well throw a chair at me

Yo MC's wonder hip hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just one nation a groove
Gettin' down for the funk of it Fred Sanford in the biz

Yo one his paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia
by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
'Bout the group we scoop up cream like Breyer's
Then spread across the globe like wires

Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin
Chambers been recorded, you're fuckin' with the
for royalty audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Indian

Cherokee started out smaller amphibian
Then to a physical body with five meridians
As the swings closer to the millennium
Two thousand, wickedness is spread my citizen

I got a the industrial to make a hustle
And politic with Leo and
When niggaz is still we'll brush you

He's a
But he's an expert at knives

Thoughts are contained in the of the brain
Ignite, the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the
Deadly I hold down

gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the
Continuing to build, I for perfection
Driven by the will to live, I hold

Shots I give, while searchers of teams
for means of survival and who's liable
For harrowing experience

You scream for the extreme, for the cap
And proceeds of the Academy
To up your anatomy with assault and battery

Number two, San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But an expert at throwing knives

Number one, Yen Wa
He's an adulterer, trust him
Number two, San Poi
two, Chao San Poi

a womanizer
But he's an expert at throwing

I despise killing and raping
despicable are you, my judge?
It's just you be punished
I'm going to off your arm, so are you ready?

I despise your killing and
despicable are you, my judge?
It's you should be punished
I'm going to chop off arm, so are you ready?