Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

Just checkin' my microphone once as I test audio
Increase the bass hopin' the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip and pop
Turn up your stereo hops, insert the clip
Roll your windows up, make sure air tight
E.Q. the track exact so shit right
I rhyme of death and and danger
Your crib or car becomes a torture

I write my rhymes violence
you expect? Sounds of pain
The of a broken neck
All alone in darkness I sit each
Write my rhymes with upon a butcher knife
You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am
They try to ban my shit and I 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? There's to take you out
Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your off
it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole
Bury 'em in my back yard and then I'll eat
'Cause I don't give a about you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house a death might occur

Is this or fiction?
never know
While locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

Once I lock you up, you get loose
You stuck your inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice from the steel mesh
My feel like hooks underneath your flesh
Makin' you twist and turn, and burn
When will you learn? The ninties are my
To pitch a vocal fit the ultimate
rhyme yo, I invented the shit

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

Is this real or
Well, never know
you're locked to the
Pulse of the flow

A pool of blood and body parts would make me grin
A close view of a razor when it's skin
If you were burnin' I'd use to put you out
'Cause I walk alone and choose the route
gotta be loved by some and I'm the one
Ya wanna come, your shotgun

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

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

Is this or false?
Well, never know
While locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

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

And on and on my love for got bigger
At fifteen I was behind a trigger
Although I'm not the one to be swept up
up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of or death
my hands on your neck
All I is your last breath

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

You strange
So now you
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme