Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I your killing and raping
You're 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 sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec style for you brothers
ticking, eruptments conduct

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

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

Nine acid 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 villain seem a
kiss of spider, to God saga why
talk drama, fly swatters

Number two, San Poi

This Wu be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks that's
'Cause a jam without a live MC enough

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

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

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

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

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

Mic immigrants, of us formed resemblance
Somethin' flashy, God is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make 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 like Sanford in the biz

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

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

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

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

a womanizer
But he's an at throwing knives

Thoughts are contained in the of the brain
Ignite, the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't with the
Deadly ground I hold

Classical style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and echoes 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 means of survival and liable
For harrowing experience

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

Number two, San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But he's an expert at knives

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 going to off your arm, so are you ready?

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