Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi

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

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

Niggaz on and get hooked on this mic line
Real and shift through the pipeline
delivered with style and potential

Niggaz smoothly in a sequential
Order, hidden tape recorders
inside pockets of those who lack aura

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

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

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

Yo wonder what's hip hop thunder
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
Mailed by the fortune teller, to tell ya
the group recruit we scoop up cream like Breyer's
Then spread across the globe telephone wires

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

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

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

a womanizer
But an expert at throwing knives

are contained in the trenches of the brain
Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian
As I recite this medley, niggaz fuck with the
Deadly I hold down

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi
two, Chao San Poi

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

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

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

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

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