Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

I despise killing and raping
You're despicable are you, my
just 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
robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time's ticking, eruptments

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

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

Nine Diagram acid evil red left his
Mic half a dangle, man
My mic def wish, everlasting plan
Heavenly God body, know me as the

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

two, Chao San Poi

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mic immigrants, nine of us resemblance
Somethin' flashy, God is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop 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 it's just one under a groove
Gettin' down for the funk of it like Sanford in the biz

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

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

Cherokee started out smaller than
Then grew to a physical body five meridians
As the pendulum swings to the millennium
Two thousand, wickedness is amongst my citizen

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

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

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

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

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

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

two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But he's an at throwing knives

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

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

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?

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