Luyện nghe bài hát The Punisher

Kill him

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

Attack your wack 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 neck if he swallows it
from ear to ear so till 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 rhyme Im a
murderer before Im done, Im a
Prepare the the tortures comin up
Trip through the mind at the end youll
Its the

em again

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

I a kid and cut off his eyelid
him slow so he could see what I did
And if he dont understand I said
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the 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 harder to but its all in the mental

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

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

Kill em

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

The last words are blurred then slurred
your verbs are no longer heard
You get your lung fried so good tongue-tied
He couldnt or hang so he hung till he died
Reincarnate him and him again again and again 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 cant save em no ultamatum
Mics lay full of ashes with the victims name in slashes
Got a long and Im a get every one of ya
Beware of the

Then Im a em again
em up kill em again