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,
Check these high hats sting things moving the rubbish
Party robust, rec room for you brothers
ticking, eruptments conduct

Entering one before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab vocab
Alphabet run, construction voice blow
Tap dance swelling novel model

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

Nine Diagram acid black evil red his
Mic half a dangle, man
My mic def wish, everlasting 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

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 live MC isn't

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

Niggaz on and get hooked on this mic line
Real and shift through the pipeline
LP's with style and potential

Niggaz smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin' hidden tape
Stashed inside 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
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver this
Two Kahluas one chick German Luger

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

Mic immigrants, nine of us formed
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 what's hip hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just one under a groove
Gettin' down for the funk of it 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 like Breyer's
Then spread across the like telephone wires

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

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

I got a muscle the industrial to a hustle
And politic with Leo and
When niggaz is still rushin' brush you

a womanizer
But he's an at throwing knives

Thoughts are in the trenches of the brain
Ignite, blowin' the mic to heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't with the
Deadly ground I down

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi
two, Chao San Poi

He's a
But an expert at throwing knives

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

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

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

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