Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I my rhymes with violence
you expect? Sounds of pain
The snap of a neck
All alone in darkness I sit night
Write my rhymes with blood a butcher knife
You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am
They try to ban my and I don't give a damn
Roll up, eye will get swoll up

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

Is this real or
You'll never
you're locked to the
Pulse of the flow

Once I lock you up, you get loose
You stuck your head inside and I placed the
The mic drips juice slow from the steel
My words like hooks underneath your flesh
Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and
When will you learn? The are my turn
To pitch a fit like the ultimate
Gangster rhyme yo, I invented the

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' to your house
Cut off your power and do you with the out

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

A pool of blood and floating parts would make me grin
A close of a razor when it's breaking 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, bring shotgun

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

So the fuck up, punk and clear the rhyme path
What would make calm and nice is a slow slice
your jugular and windpipe
Throw me in jail, I won't even try to bail
Put me in the gas and watch me inhale

Is this or false?
Well, you'll never
While locked to the
Pulse of the flow

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

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

me a motherfuckin' break, I should behave
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, I'll dig
I break ill in large portions
Where's your I'll 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
be no screams, no tears or cries
Just a laser beam between your fuckin'

You strange
So now you
That locked to the
Pulse of the flow