Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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 full
Rhymes through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools tracks that's rough
'Cause a jam without a MC isn't enough

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

look on and get hooked on this mic line
Real thin and shift the pipeline
delivered with style and potential

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

Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is up
Watch he act up, fifty-two track we slap up
maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two one chick she's German Luger

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

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 throw a at me

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

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

Thirty-six assorted, imported
Chambers been recorded, 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 closer to the
Two thousand, is spread amongst my citizen

I got a muscle the industrial to a hustle
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 of the brain
Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian
As I recite medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the
Deadly ground I hold

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi
two, Chao San Poi

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

one, Yen Chang Wa
He's an adulterer, trust him
two, Chao San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But an expert at throwing knives

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