Luyện nghe bài hát The Punisher

Kill him

Try to identify the man in of ya
But it aint the role, the or the money, the
intellectionist with plenty ya
Bite, if its dark Ill spark one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd its a
I got the answer it directions
Go manufacture a mask me after
A glass of a master that has to musical massacre

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

If you try to the style or the subject
As I get deep in the Im becomin a
murderer before Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the comin up
Trip through the mind at the end youll
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 thats how I planned em
Rhymes call information unite
Like a platoon bullet wounds in the mic
If ya me, it aint no mercy
him a autopsy, killed by a verse of me

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

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

Looks another murder at the Mardi grass, B
Too late to out a search party
Once ya out of ya then ya cant get back
I give em a map, but he get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber, the coming up
through the mind, at the end youll find its the punisher

Kill em

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

The last are blurred mumbled then slurred
your verbs are no longer heard
You get your lung fried so good youre
He couldnt swing or so he hung till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again again and again gain and
I him in the mausoleum so you can see him

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

Then Im a em again
Wake em up kill em