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 plenty ya
Bite, if its dark Ill every one of ya
I throw a mic in the crowd its a
I got the answer it includes
Go manufacture a mask show me
A glass of a that has to make musical massacre

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

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

Kill em

I the mic as hostage, emcees are ransom
Rhymesll punish em 'cuz they dont em
I heat up his brain, explain then I hand him
A redhot thats how I planned em
Rhymes information unite midnight
a platoon putting bullet wounds in the mic
If ya curse me, it aint no
Give him a autopsy, by a verse of me

I took a kid and cut off his
Kill him so he could see what I did
And if he dont understand what I
Im pushing his 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 harder to find but its all in the mental

I ran a scan to locate his game plan
When Im with his brain he aint the same, man
Did he lose his 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 another murder at the grass, B
Too late to send out a search
Once ya out of ya head then ya get back
I give em a map, but he get trapped, so
Prepare the chamber, the coming up
Trip through the mind, at the end youll find its the

em again

Dangerous rhymes like surgery
Cuts so deep youll be bleeding
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cortex
Your cerebellum is
Your conscience becomes
Soon your is nonsense

The last words are blurred mumbled then
Then your verbs are no heard
You get your lung fried so good tongue-tied
He couldnt swing or hang so he 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 em theres no ultamatum
Mics lay around full of ashes with the victims in slashes
Got a long and Im a get every one of ya
Beware of the

Im a kill em again
Wake em up kill em