Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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?

Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yo,
Check these high sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room for you brothers
ticking, eruptments conduct

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

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

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

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 hard to kill and blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before hit the chrome
Pro tools editing that's rough
a jam without a live MC isn't enough

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

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

Niggaz smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin' hidden tape
Stashed pockets of those who lack aura

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

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

Mic immigrants, nine of us resemblance
Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is
Peep the ornaments to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well a chair at me

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

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

Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin
Chambers recorded, you're fuckin' with the loops
Time for audit
establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian

Cherokee started out smaller than
Then to a physical body with five meridians
As the swings closer to the millennium
Two thousand, wickedness is spread my citizen

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

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

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

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

Shots I give, searchers of rescue teams
Look for means of survival and liable
For harrowing experience

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

two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But an expert at throwing 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 throwing

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

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