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 intellectionist plenty ya
Bite, if its dark Ill every one of ya
I a mic in the crowd its a question
I got the it includes directions
Go a mask show me after
A glass of a master that has to make musical

Attack wack till its handicapped
never hold the mic again, try to hand it back
'Cuz every that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a record to his if he swallows it hums
Slice from ear to ear so till can better
Before he bleed to death here, hear every
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
murderer before Im done, Im a
Prepare the chamber the comin up
Trip through the mind at the end find
Its the

em again

I the mic as hostage, emcees are ransom
punish em 'cuz they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, explain then I hand him
A redhot thats how I planned em
Rhymes call information midnight
a platoon putting 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 slow so he could see I did
And if he dont what I said
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the back of his
So he can see what hes getting
A part of the mind that he never been
A journey is 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place to find but its all in the mental

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

Looks like murder at the Mardi grass, B
Too late to send out a search
Once ya out of ya head then ya get back
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 performed surgery
so deep youll be bleeding burgundy
My wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your is next
Your conscience sub-conscious
your response is nonsense

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

I got a dead M museum
When I create em, I em and complicate em
You cant save em no ultamatum
Mics lay around full of with the victims name in slashes
Got a long list and Im a get one of ya
of the punisher

Then Im a em again
em up kill em again