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
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 answer it includes
Go a mask show me after
A glass of a master that has to make massacre

Attack your wack till its
Youll never hold the mic again, try to it back
every rapper that comes 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 here, hear every letter
And you can see quick and thick the can get

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

Kill em

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

I a kid and cut off his eyelid
Kill him so he could see what I did
And if he dont what I said
Im pushing his way to the back of his head
So he can see hes getting into
A part of the mind that he been through
A journey is 'cuz ya getting sent to
A harder to find 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 mind or in his mind
But this the lost and found because ya cant find
foundation coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in slow frozen

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

Kill em

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

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

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

Then Im a kill em
Wake em up kill em