Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

Just checkin' my once as I test your audio
the bass response hopin' the speakers blow
I got no to sit and flip and pop bullshit
Turn up your stereo hops, insert the rhyme
Roll your windows up, make it's air tight
E.Q. the exact so shit sounds right
I rhyme of and darkness and danger
Your crib or car becomes a torture

I write my rhymes with
you expect? Sounds of pain
The of a broken neck
All in darkness I sit each night
Write my rhymes with upon a butcher knife
You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am
try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn
Roll up, your eye will get up

Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got up, holled up
I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to riff? time to take you out
Put a caps in your ass, cut your head off
Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the bunch
'em in my back yard and then I'll eat lunch
'Cause I don't a fuck about you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house a death might occur

Is this real or
You'll never
While you're to the
Pulse of the rhyme

I lock you up, you can't get loose
You stuck head inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow from the steel
My words like hooks underneath your flesh
Makin' you twist and turn, and burn
When will you learn? The ninties are my
To pitch a fit like the ultimate
Gangster rhyme yo, I the shit

Watch me do it, as I do it, and I do it
Grab the gauge, tape and the flashlight
Don the black ski mask an' come to house
Cut off your power and do you the lights out

Is this real or
Well, you'll know
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

A pool of blood and floating body would make me grin
A close view of a razor when breaking skin
If you were I'd use gasoline to put you out
I walk alone and choose the dark route
Nightmares gotta be loved by and I'm the one
Ya wanna come, bring your

You see your partner die?
No? Well I
You ever see your father
No? I have
You ever see your die?
No? Well I

So shut the fuck up, punk and clear the rhyme
What would make feel calm and nice is a slow
Through your jugular and
Throw me in jail, I even try to make bail
Put me in the gas and watch me inhale

Is true or false?
Well, never know
While locked to the
Pulse of the flow

Jason, of the Crypt and the Dark Side
fly murder, another suicide
Did these flicks have an influence on my
I really that shit I think that I was born insane
When I was young I had a lust for and guns
Use a glass to fry an ant with the sun

And on and on my love for death got
At I was placed behind a trigger
I'm dirty not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to open chest up
got no concept of life or death
Placin' my hands on your
All I is your last breath

Give me a motherfuckin' break, I behave
Give me a shovel, I'll dig graves
I ill in extra large portions
Where's your parents? make you an orphan
So you're talkin' crazy, you better think of me
The I, to the C, to the E, to the T
There'll be no screams, no tears or
Just a laser beam between your eyes

You feel
So now you
That you're to the
Pulse of the flow