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 chop off arm, so are you ready?

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

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

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

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

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

two, Chao San Poi

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mic immigrants, nine of us resemblance
Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is
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 wonder hip hop thunder
Tell you the it's just one nation under a groove
down for the funk of it like Fred Sanford 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 telephone wires

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

started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with meridians
As the pendulum swings closer to the
Two thousand, wickedness is amongst my citizen

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

a womanizer
But he's an expert at throwing

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

Classical style, shots hit the ceiling
and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for
Driven by the to live, glocks I hold

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

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

Number two, San Poi
Number two, San Poi

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

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

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

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

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