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 Ill spark every one of ya
I throw a mic in the its a question
I got the answer it directions
Go manufacture a mask me after
A glass of a master that has to musical massacre

your wack till its handicapped
Youll hold the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every rapper comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a to his neck if he swallows it hums
Slice from ear to ear so till can hear
Before he bleed to death here, hear every
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 Im becomin a
Emcee murderer Im done, Im a
Prepare the the tortures comin up
Trip through the mind at the end youll
Its the

em again

I the mic as hostage, emcees are ransom
punish em 'cuz they dont undertsand em
I up his brain, then explain then I hand him
A microphone thats how I planned em
Rhymes call information midnight
Like a platoon putting 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 could see I did
And if he dont understand what I
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the back of his
So he can see what hes into
A part of the mind that he never through
A journey is coming 'cuz ya getting to
A harder 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 this aint the lost and found because ya cant
Your foundation coasting, mind is
Drifting, in motion frozen

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

Kill em

Dangerous rhymes performed surgery
so deep youll be bleeding burgundy
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cerebral
cerebellum is next
Your conscience becomes
Soon your is nonsense

The last words are mumbled then slurred
Then your verbs are no heard
You get your lung fried so youre tongue-tied
He couldnt swing or hang so he hung he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again and again gain and again
I him in the mausoleum so you can see him

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

Then Im a em again
Wake em up em again