Luyện nghe bài hát The Punisher

Kill him

Try to the man in front of ya
But it the role, the gear or the money, the
intellectionist with plenty ya
Bite, if its dark Ill spark one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd its a
I got the answer it includes
Go manufacture a mask me after
A of a master that has to make musical massacre

Attack your till its handicapped
Youll never hold the mic again, try to it back
'Cuz rapper that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his neck if he swallows it
Slice from ear to ear so till can 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
Emcee murderer Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the comin up
Trip through the mind at the end find
Its the

em again

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

I took a kid and cut off his
Kill him so he could see what I did
And if he understand what I said
Im pushing his way to the back of his head
So he can see what hes into
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 through with his he aint the same, man
Did he lose his mind or in his mind
But this aint the lost and found because ya find
Your foundation coasting, mind is
Drifting, in slow motion

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

em again

Dangerous rhymes performed like
so deep youll be bleeding burgundy
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cortex
Your cerebellum is
Your conscience becomes
Soon response is nonsense

The last are blurred mumbled then slurred
Then verbs are no longer heard
You get lung fried so good youre tongue-tied
He couldnt swing or hang so he till 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 Cing
When I create em, I em and complicate em
You cant save em theres no
Mics lay around full of ashes with the name in slashes
Got a long and Im a get every one of ya
of the punisher

Then Im a kill em
Wake em up kill em