Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I despise 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?

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

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

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi

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

So we attack this and grab all within'
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 on and get hooked on this mic line
Real thin and shift the pipeline
delivered with style and potential

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

Twist the DAC up, them niggaz math is back up
Watch he act up, fifty-two block we slap up
maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one chick German Luger

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

Mic immigrants, nine of us resemblance
flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make 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 under a
down for the funk of it like Fred Sanford in the biz

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

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

Cherokee out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with five
As the pendulum swings to the millennium
Two thousand, wickedness is spread my citizen

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

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

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

gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion through the building
to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the to live, glocks I hold

Shots I give, while searchers of rescue
Look for of survival and who's liable
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

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

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

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

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

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