Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi

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

So we attack this and grab all within'
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

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

flowin' smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin' hidden tape
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack

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

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

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

Yo MC's what's hip hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's 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 teller, tried to tell ya
'Bout the recruit we scoop up cream like Breyer's
spread across the globe like telephone wires

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

Cherokee started out smaller than
Then grew to a physical with five meridians
As the pendulum swings closer to the
Two thousand, is spread 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 he's an expert at throwing

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 down

Classical gangland style, hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes 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 means of and who's liable
For this harrowing

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

two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

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

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

a womanizer
But he's an at throwing knives

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

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