Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I despise killing and raping
You're despicable are you, my
just you should be punished
I'm going to off your arm, so are you ready?

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

Entering one funk before the dry up
Dial, style, jab slow
Alphabet run, construction might blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway model

For a breather, dirty hide your bottle
Cut down, come something that's round and profound
Blood people of colors we get down
Watch fly, force feed things being said

Diagram acid black evil red left his
Mic a dangle, seriously man
My mic clapper def wish, plan
God body, know me as the cleaner

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

Number two, San Poi

This Wu shit be to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks that's
'Cause a jam without a MC isn't enough

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

Niggaz look on and get on this mic line
Real thin and shift the pipeline
LP's delivered with and potential

Niggaz flowin' in a sequential
Order, revealin' tape recorders
inside pockets of those who lack aura

Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is up
Watch he act up, block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver this
Two Kahluas one she's German Luger

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

Mic immigrants, nine of us resemblance
Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is
the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well a chair at me

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

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

assorted, Shaolin imported
Chambers been recorded, you're fuckin' the loops
Time for royalty
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot

Cherokee started out smaller amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with five
As the pendulum swings to the millennium
Two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my

I got a muscle the to make a hustle
And politic Leo and Russell
When niggaz is still rushin' we'll you

He's a
But an expert at throwing knives

are contained in the trenches of the brain
Ignite, the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck the
Deadly ground I hold

Classical gangland style, shots hit the
Panic and confusion echoes the building
Continuing to build, I strive for
by the will to live, glocks I hold

Shots I give, while of rescue teams
Look for means of survival and liable
For this harrowing

You for the extreme, fiend for the cap
And of the Wu-Tang Academy
To fuck up your anatomy with and battery

two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

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

one, Yen Chang Wa
He's an adulterer, don't him
Number two, San Poi
two, Chao San Poi

He's a
But an expert at throwing knives

I your killing and raping
You're despicable are you, my
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?