Luyện nghe bài hát The Punisher

Kill him

Try to the man in front 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 a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the answer it includes
Go manufacture a show me after
A glass of a master has to make musical massacre

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

If you try to change the or the subject
As I get in the rhyme Im becomin a
murderer before Im done, Im a
Prepare the the tortures comin up
Trip the mind at the end youll find
Its the

Kill em

I hold the mic as hostage, are ransom
Rhymesll punish em 'cuz dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, then explain I hand him
A redhot microphone thats how I em
Rhymes call information unite
a platoon putting bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it aint no
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 dont understand 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 is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place harder to 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 find
Your foundation coasting, mind is
Drifting, in slow motion

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

em again

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

The last words are blurred mumbled then
Then your are no longer heard
You get your lung fried so good youre
He couldnt or hang so he hung till 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 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 long and Im a get every one of ya
of the punisher

Then Im a kill em
Wake em up em again