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
intellectionist with plenty ya
Bite, if its Ill spark 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 of a master that has to make musical massacre

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

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

Kill em

I the mic as hostage, emcees are ransom
punish em 'cuz they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, then then I hand him
A redhot microphone how I planned em
Rhymes call information unite
a platoon putting bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it aint no
him a autopsy, killed 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 what hes into
A part of the mind that he never been
A is coming 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place harder to find but its all in the

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

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

Kill em

Dangerous rhymes like surgery
Cuts so deep youll be burgundy
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cerebral
Your is next
Your conscience becomes
Soon your is nonsense

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

I got a dead M Cing
When I em, I cremate em and complicate em
You save em theres no ultamatum
Mics lay around full of ashes the victims name in slashes
Got a long list and Im a get one of ya
Beware of the

Then Im a kill em
Wake em up kill em