Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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

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

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

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi

This Wu shit be hard to kill and full
Rhymes filtered the net before 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
a scrap back to niggaz perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic bands

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

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

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

Get the on, light 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
Somethin' flashy, God is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop at me yo
He killed the God as well throw a chair at me

Yo MC's wonder hip hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just one under a groove
down for the funk of it like Fred 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 telephone wires

assorted, Shaolin imported
Chambers been recorded, you're fuckin' the loops
for royalty audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Indian

started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body five meridians
As the pendulum swings 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 rushin' we'll brush you

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

are contained in the trenches of the brain
Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian
As I recite this medley, niggaz fuck with the
ground I hold down

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

Shots I give, while of rescue teams
Look for means of survival and who's
For this experience

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

Number two, San Poi
Number two, San Poi

a womanizer
But he's an expert at throwing

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

a womanizer
But he's an expert at knives

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

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