Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I despise your 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?

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

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

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

Nine Diagram acid evil 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 style a
of spider, to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly

Number two, San Poi

This Wu be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks rough
'Cause a jam without a live MC enough

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

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

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

the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up
Watch he act up, block track we slap up
maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one she's German Luger

Get the shit on, a fresh 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
flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
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 wonder hip hop thunder
Tell you the truth just one nation under a groove
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
the group recruit we scoop up cream like Breyer's
Then spread across the globe telephone wires

assorted, Shaolin imported
Chambers been recorded, you're fuckin' with the
Time for audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot

started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body five meridians
As the pendulum swings closer to the
Two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my

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

He's a
But an expert 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 fuck the
Deadly ground I down

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi
two, Chao San Poi

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

Number one, Yen Wa
an adulterer, don't trust him
Number two, San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But an expert at throwing knives

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

I your killing 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