Luyện nghe bài hát The Punisher

Kill him

Try to the man in front of ya
But it the role, the gear or the money, the
Swift intellectionist plenty ya
Bite, if its Ill spark every one of ya
I throw a mic in the its a question
I got the it includes directions
Go manufacture a show me after
A glass of a master that has to make musical

Attack your wack till its
Youll never the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every rapper that comes I cut off his
Put a to his neck if he swallows it hums
Slice from ear to ear so till can better
Before he bleed to death here, every letter
And you can see and thick the blood can get

If you try to change the or the subject
As I get deep in the rhyme Im a
Emcee murderer Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the comin up
Trip through the mind at the end find
Its the

em again

I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are
punish em 'cuz they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, explain then I hand him
A redhot microphone thats how I em
call information unite midnight
Like a platoon bullet wounds in the mic
If ya me, it aint no mercy
Give him a autopsy, killed by a of me

I took a kid and cut off his
him slow so he could see what I did
And if he dont understand what I
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the of his head
So he can see what hes getting
A part of the that he never been through
A journey is 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place to find but its all in the mental

I ran a brain scan to locate his game
When Im with his brain he aint the same, man
Did he lose his or lost in his mind
But aint the lost and found because ya cant find
Your coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in motion frozen

like another murder at the Mardi grass, B
Too to send out a search party
Once ya out of ya head then ya cant get
I em a map, but he still get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber, the tortures up
Trip through the mind, at the end youll find its the

Kill em

Dangerous rhymes performed like
Cuts so deep be bleeding burgundy
My intellect and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your is next
Your conscience sub-conscious
Soon response is nonsense

The words are blurred mumbled then slurred
Then your are no longer heard
You get your fried so good youre tongue-tied
He couldnt or hang so he hung till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again again and again gain and
I leave him in the so you can see him

I got a M Cing museum
When I em, I cremate em and complicate em
You save em theres no ultamatum
Mics lay full of ashes with the victims name in slashes
Got a long and Im a get every one of ya
Beware of the

Then Im a em again
Wake em up em again