Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I despise 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

Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yo,
these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you
Time's ticking, conduct

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

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

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

champion, old villain style seem a
kiss of spider, to God saga why
talk drama, fly swatters

Number two, San Poi

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

So we this and grab all within' reach
Throw a scrap back to 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
LP's delivered with style and

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

Twist the DAC up, them 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 pack, bust it open
With the on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
Next, Rocky, ring, it to Decatur
Slang sou home decorator, player

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

Yo MC's wonder what's hip hop
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, tried to ya
'Bout the group recruit we scoop up cream Breyer's
Then spread across the globe telephone wires

assorted, Shaolin 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 with five
As the pendulum closer to the millennium
Two thousand, wickedness is spread my citizen

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

a womanizer
But he's an expert at knives

Thoughts are in the trenches of the brain
Ignite, the mic to Arabian heights
As I this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the
ground I hold down

Classical gangland style, hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes the building
Continuing to build, I for perfection
Driven by the to live, glocks I hold

Shots I give, while searchers of teams
Look for means of and who's liable
For this harrowing

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

two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

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

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

a womanizer
But he's an expert at throwing

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

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