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 throw a mic in the its a question
I got the answer it includes
Go manufacture a mask show me
A glass of a master that has to musical massacre

Attack wack 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 can hear better
Before he bleed to death here, hear letter
And you can see quick and thick the can get

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

em again

I hold the mic as hostage, are ransom
Rhymesll punish em 'cuz they undertsand em
I heat up his brain, then then I hand him
A microphone thats how I planned em
call information unite 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 could see I did
And if he understand what I said
Im his eyeballs way to the back of his head
So he can see what hes into
A part of the that he never been through
A journey is coming ya getting sent to
A place harder to find but its all in the

I ran a brain scan to locate his game
When Im through with his he aint the same, man
Did he his mind or lost in his mind
But this aint the lost and because ya cant find
foundation coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in motion frozen

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

Kill em

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

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

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

Im a kill em again
Wake em up kill em