Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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

two, Chao San Poi

This Wu shit be hard to kill and full
Rhymes filtered 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 this and all within' reach
Throw a scrap to niggaz perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic bands

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

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

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

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

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

Yo MC's wonder what's hip hop
Tell you the truth 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, to tell ya
'Bout the group recruit we up cream like Breyer's
Then across the globe like telephone wires

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

Cherokee started out smaller than
grew to a physical body with five meridians
As the pendulum swings to the millennium
Two thousand, is spread amongst my citizen

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

He's a
But an expert at throwing knives

Thoughts are contained in the of the brain
Ignite, the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz fuck with the
Deadly ground I hold

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

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

You scream for the extreme, for the cap
And of the Wu-Tang Academy
To up your anatomy 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
He's an adulterer, trust him
Number two, San Poi
two, Chao San Poi

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

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

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