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
Swift intellectionist with ya
Bite, if its dark Ill spark one of ya
I a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the answer it directions
Go manufacture a show me after
A glass of a master that has to make massacre

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

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

em again

I the mic as hostage, emcees are ransom
punish em 'cuz they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, then explain then I him
A redhot microphone how I planned em
call information unite midnight
Like a putting 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 I said
Im his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what hes getting
A part of the that he never been through
A is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place to find but its all in the mental

I ran a scan 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 this aint the lost and because ya cant find
foundation coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in slow frozen

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

em again

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

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
him and kill him again again and again gain and again
I leave him in the so you can see him

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

Then Im a em again
Wake em up em again