Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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

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

Entering one before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel

For a breather, dirty reefer hide your
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 black red left his
Mic a dangle, seriously man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting
God body, know me as the cleaner

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

two, Chao San Poi

This Wu shit be to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the
Pro tools tracks that's rough
'Cause a jam a live MC isn't enough

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

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

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

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

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

Mic immigrants, nine of us resemblance
flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments 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' for the funk of it like Fred Sanford in the biz

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

Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin
Chambers been recorded, you're with the loops
Time for audit
Fabulous metabolism, Blackfoot Indian

started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with meridians
As the swings closer to the millennium
Two thousand, is spread amongst my citizen

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

a womanizer
But he's an expert at throwing

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

Classical gangland style, hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the
Continuing to build, I strive for
Driven by the will to live, glocks I

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

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

two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But he's an at throwing knives

Number one, Yen Wa
an adulterer, don't trust him
Number two, San Poi
Number two, San Poi

He's a
But an expert at throwing knives

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

I despise your and raping
You're are you, my judge?
It's you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you