Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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

two, Chao San Poi

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

So we attack this and grab all within'
Throw a scrap back to niggaz perfect own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic
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 smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin' tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of 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 like this
Two Kahluas one chick she's Luger

Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, 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, nine of us formed
Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is
the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well a chair at me

Yo MC's what's hip hop thunder
Tell you the truth just one nation under a groove
Gettin' down for the funk of it 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 spread the globe like telephone wires

assorted, Shaolin imported
Chambers recorded, you're 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 amongst my citizen

I got a muscle the industrial to make a
And politic with Leo and
When niggaz is still rushin' brush you

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

are contained in the trenches of the brain
Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian
As I this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the
Deadly ground I hold

Classical gangland style, hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes the building
to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the to live, glocks I hold

Shots I give, while searchers of rescue
Look for means of survival and liable
For this harrowing

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

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