Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I your killing and raping
despicable are you, my judge?
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 through the rubbish
robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time's ticking, eruptments

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

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

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

Night champion, old style seem a
kiss of spider, to God 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 back to niggaz perfect your own
is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup in Atlantic City bands

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

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

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

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

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

Yo MC's wonder what's hip hop
Tell you the truth it's just one nation a groove
Gettin' down for the funk of it like Fred in the biz

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

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

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

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

a womanizer
But he's an expert at throwing

Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the
Ignite, blowin' the mic to heights
As I recite this medley, couldn't 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 will to live, glocks I

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

You scream for the extreme, for the cap
And proceeds of the Wu-Tang
To fuck up your anatomy with and battery

two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But he's an at throwing knives

one, Yen Chang Wa
He's an adulterer, trust him
two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

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

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

I despise 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?