Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I despise your killing and
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,
Check these high hats sting 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, voice might blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway model

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi

Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered 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
a scrap back to niggaz perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it worth the mic stands
by backup singers in Atlantic City bands

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

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

Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is up
Watch he act up, fifty-two block 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
With the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the on
Next, Rocky, ring, it to Decatur
Slang sou home 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 the God might as well throw a chair at me

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

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

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

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

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

a womanizer
But he's an expert at knives

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

Classical gangland style, hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion through the building
Continuing to build, I for perfection
by the will to live, glocks I hold

Shots I give, searchers of rescue teams
Look for means of 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
two, Chao San Poi

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

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

He's a
But an expert at throwing knives

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?

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