Luyện nghe bài hát The Punisher

him again

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 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

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

If you try to the style or the subject
As I get deep in the Im becomin a
Emcee murderer Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the comin up
Trip through the mind at the end youll
Its the

Kill em

I hold the mic as hostage, emcees are
punish em 'cuz they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, then then I hand him
A microphone thats how I planned em
Rhymes call information midnight
Like a platoon putting bullet in the mic
If ya curse me, it aint no
Give him a autopsy, killed by a of me

I a kid and cut off his eyelid
Kill him slow so he see what I did
And if he dont understand what I
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the of his head
So he can see what hes getting
A part of the mind that he been through
A journey is 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place to find but its all in the mental

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

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

em again

Dangerous rhymes performed surgery
so deep youll be bleeding burgundy
My wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex
cerebellum is next
Your becomes sub-conscious
Soon response is nonsense

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

I got a dead M museum
I create em, I cremate em and complicate em
You save em theres no ultamatum
Mics lay around 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
em up kill em again