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 throw a mic in the its a question
I got the answer it directions
Go a mask show me after
A glass of a master that has to musical massacre

Attack your wack its handicapped
Youll hold the mic again, try to hand it back
every rapper that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his neck if he swallows it
Slice from ear to ear so can hear better
Before he bleed to death here, every letter
And you can see and thick the blood can get

If you try to the style 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

Kill em

I hold the mic as hostage, are ransom
Rhymesll punish em 'cuz they dont em
I up his brain, then explain then I hand him
A redhot thats how I planned em
Rhymes information unite midnight
Like a platoon putting bullet in the mic
If ya me, it aint no mercy
Give him a autopsy, by a verse of me

I took a kid and cut off his
him slow so he could see what I did
And if he dont what I said
Im his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what hes into
A part of the mind that he never been
A journey is coming ya getting sent to
A harder to find but its all in the mental

I ran a brain scan to his game plan
When Im through his brain he aint the same, man
Did he his mind or lost in his mind
But this aint the lost and found because ya find
Your foundation coasting, mind is
Drifting, in slow motion

Looks like another at the Mardi grass, B
Too late to send out a search
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 find its the punisher

Kill em

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

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

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

Im a kill em again
Wake em up em again