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 every one of ya
I a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the it includes directions
Go manufacture a mask show me
A glass of a master that has to make musical

Attack wack till its handicapped
Youll never the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every rapper 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 change the style or the
As I get deep in the Im becomin a
murderer before Im done, Im a
Prepare the the tortures comin up
Trip through the at the end youll find
Its the

em again

I hold the mic as hostage, are ransom
Rhymesll punish em 'cuz dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, then then I hand him
A redhot thats how I planned em
Rhymes call information midnight
Like a platoon putting wounds in the mic
If ya me, it aint no mercy
Give him a autopsy, 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 understand what I said
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the of his head
So he can see hes getting into
A of the mind that he never been through
A journey is coming 'cuz ya getting to
A harder to find but its all in the mental

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

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
Trip through the mind, at the end youll find its the

em again

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

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

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

Im a kill em again
Wake em up em again