Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I despise 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?

Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yo,
Check these high hats 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 vocab
Alphabet run, voice might blow
Tap swelling Hemingway novel model

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi

This Wu shit be hard to and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before hit the chrome
Pro editing tracks that's rough
a jam without a live MC isn't enough

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

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

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

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

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

Mic immigrants, of us formed resemblance
flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the enough to make Shorty-Wop 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 it's just one nation under a groove
Gettin' for the funk of it like Fred Sanford in the biz

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

Thirty-six assorted, imported
Chambers been recorded, fuckin' with the loops
Time for audit
Fabulous metabolism, Blackfoot Indian

started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with five
As the pendulum swings closer to the
Two thousand, wickedness is spread my citizen

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

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

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

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi
two, Chao San Poi

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

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

a womanizer
But an expert at throwing knives

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

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