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 your arm, so are you

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

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

For a breather, dirty reefer your bottle
Cut down, come something that's round and profound
Blood brothers people of we get down
Watch this fly, force feed things 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 saga why
Godfather drama, fly swatters

two, Chao San Poi

This Wu shit be to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing that's rough
a jam without a live MC isn't enough

So we attack and grab all within' reach
Throw a scrap back to niggaz perfect your own
Shit is copper, it worth the mic stands
Used by singers in Atlantic City bands

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

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

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

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

Mic immigrants, nine of us formed
flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well throw a at me

Yo MC's what's hip hop thunder
Tell you the it's just one nation 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 cream like
Then across the globe like telephone wires

Thirty-six assorted, imported
been recorded, you're fuckin' with the loops
Time for royalty
establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian

Cherokee out smaller than amphibian
grew to a physical body with five 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 Leo and Russell
When niggaz is rushin' we'll brush you

He's a
But an expert at throwing knives

Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the
Ignite, the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz fuck with the
ground I hold down

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi
two, Chao San Poi

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

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

a womanizer
But he's an expert at knives

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

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