Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my rhymes with
What you expect? Sounds of
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
They try to ban my shit and I don't give a
Roll up, your eye will get up

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

Is real or fiction?
never know
While locked to the
of the rhyme flow

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

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

Is real or fiction?
Well, you'll know
While locked to the
of the rhyme flow

A of blood and floating body parts would make me grin
A close view of a razor when breaking skin
If you were I'd use gasoline to put you out
'Cause I alone and choose the dark 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 see your father die?
No? I have
You ever see your mother
No? I have

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

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

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
Another fly murder, another
Did these flicks have an on my brain?
I really that shit I think that I was born insane
I was young I had a lust for knives and guns
Use a magnifying 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
I've got no of life or death
my hands on your neck
All I want is your last

me a motherfuckin' break, I should behave
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, I'll dig
I break ill in extra portions
Where's your parents? I'll make you an
So when you're talkin' crazy, you 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 feel
So now you
That you're to the
Pulse of the flow