Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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

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

Entering one funk before the dry up
Dial, style, jab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might
Tap swelling Hemingway novel model

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

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

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

two, Chao San Poi

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cherokee started out smaller amphibian
Then to a physical body with five meridians
As the pendulum swings to the millennium
Two thousand, is spread amongst my citizen

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

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

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

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

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

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

Number two, San Poi
Number two, San Poi

He's a
But an expert at throwing knives

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

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

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