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 with plenty ya
Bite, if its Ill spark every one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd its a
I got the answer it directions
Go manufacture a show me after
A glass of a master that has to make massacre

Attack your wack its handicapped
Youll never hold the mic again, try to it back
every rapper that comes I cut off his thumbs
Put a to his neck if he swallows it hums
Slice ear to ear so till can hear better
Before he bleed to death here, every 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
Emcee murderer Im done, Im a
the chamber the tortures comin up
Trip the mind at the end youll find
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 explain I hand him
A redhot thats how I planned em
Rhymes call information midnight
Like a platoon putting wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it no mercy
Give him a autopsy, by a verse of me

I took a kid and cut off his
Kill him slow so he see what I did
And if he dont understand I said
Im pushing his way to the back of his head
So he can see what hes getting
A part of the that he never 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 plan
When Im through with his brain he the same, man
Did he his mind or lost in his mind
But this aint the lost and found ya cant find
Your foundation coasting, mind is
Drifting, in slow motion

Looks another murder at the Mardi grass, B
Too to send 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 coming up
Trip through the mind, at the end youll its the punisher

Kill em

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

The last words are blurred then slurred
Then your verbs are no heard
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 gain and again
I him in the mausoleum so you can see him

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

Then Im a kill em
em up kill em again