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 directions
Go manufacture a mask me after
A glass of a that has to make musical massacre

Attack wack till its handicapped
Youll never hold the mic again, try to hand it
'Cuz every rapper that 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 to death here, hear every letter
And you can see quick and the blood can get

If you try to change the style or the
As I get in the rhyme Im becomin a
Emcee murderer Im done, Im a
Prepare the the tortures comin up
Trip through the at the end youll find
Its the

em again

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

I took a kid and cut off his
Kill him slow so he could see I did
And if he dont understand I said
Im pushing his eyeballs way to the back of his
So he can see hes getting into
A part of the mind 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
Im through with his brain he aint the same, man
Did he lose his or lost in his mind
But aint the lost and found because ya cant find
Your foundation coasting, mind is
Drifting, in slow frozen

Looks like another at the Mardi grass, B
Too late to send out a search
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 the mind, at the end youll find its the punisher

em again

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

The last words are blurred mumbled then
Then verbs are no longer heard
You get your lung fried so good tongue-tied
He couldnt swing or hang so he hung till he
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 Cing
When I create em, I cremate em and em
You cant save em no ultamatum
Mics lay around full of ashes with the victims in slashes
Got a long and Im a get every one of ya
of the punisher

Then Im a kill em
em up kill em again