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 to chop off your 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

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

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

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

Night champion, old villain style 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
filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools tracks that's rough
a jam without a live MC isn't enough

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

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

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

Twist the DAC up, them with math is back up
Watch he act up, fifty-two track we slap 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, it to Decatur
sou fleer home decorator, player

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

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

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

Thirty-six assorted, imported
Chambers been recorded, fuckin' with the loops
Time for royalty
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot

Cherokee started out than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body five meridians
As the pendulum closer to the millennium
Two thousand, is spread amongst my citizen

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

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

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

gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the
Continuing to build, I strive for
by the will to live, glocks I hold

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

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

two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But he's an expert at knives

one, Yen Chang 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 knives

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