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 dark Ill spark one of ya
I throw a mic in the its a question
I got the answer it directions
Go manufacture a show me after
A glass of a master that has to make musical

Attack wack till its handicapped
Youll never 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 swallows it
Slice from ear to ear so till can better
Before he bleed to death here, hear letter
And you can see quick and thick the can get

If you try to the style 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 the mind at the end youll find
Its the

em again

I hold the mic as hostage, are ransom
Rhymesll em 'cuz they dont undertsand em
I heat up his brain, then explain then I him
A redhot thats how I planned em
Rhymes call unite midnight
Like a platoon 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 understand I said
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the of his head
So he can see hes getting into
A part of the mind that he been through
A journey is 'cuz ya getting sent to
A place harder to find but its all in the

I ran a brain to locate his game plan
When Im through 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 coasting, your mind is
Drifting, in motion frozen

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

em again

Dangerous rhymes like surgery
Cuts so youll be bleeding burgundy
My intellect wrecks and your cerebral cortex
Your is next
Your conscience becomes
your response is nonsense

The last words are blurred mumbled slurred
Then your verbs are no heard
You get your lung fried so youre tongue-tied
He couldnt swing or so he hung till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him 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 theres no
Mics lay around full of ashes with the victims name in
Got a long and Im a get every one of ya
of the punisher

Then Im a kill em
Wake em up kill em