Luyện nghe bài hát Severe Punishment

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

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

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

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

Nine Diagram acid black evil red his
Mic half a dangle, 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 drama, fly swatters

two, Chao San Poi

This Wu shit be to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing that's rough
'Cause a jam without a live MC 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 City

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

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

Twist the DAC up, them niggaz math is back up
he act up, fifty-two block 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, 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
flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make stare at me yo
He killed the God as well throw a chair at me

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

Yo one his paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the 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, Shaolin
been recorded, you're fuckin' with the loops
Time for royalty
establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian

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

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

He's a
But an expert at throwing knives

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

Classical style, shots hit the ceiling
and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for
Driven by the will to live, glocks I

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 Academy
To fuck up your anatomy assault and battery

two, Chao 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 an expert at throwing knives

I despise killing 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?

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