Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

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

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

Is real or fiction?
You'll know
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

Once I lock you up, you can't get
You stuck your head and I placed the noose
The mic drips slow from the steel mesh
My words feel like underneath your flesh
you twist and turn, scorch and burn
When will you The ninties are my turn
To pitch a vocal fit like the
Gangster rhyme yo, I the shit

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

Is this real or
Well, you'll know
While locked to the
Pulse of the flow

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

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

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

Is this true or
Well, never know
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

Jason, of the Crypt and the Dark Side
Another fly murder, another
Did these have an influence on my brain?
I really doubt shit I think that I was born insane
When I was 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 fifteen I was behind a trigger
I'm dirty not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to your chest up
got no concept of life or death
Placin' my hands on neck
All I want is last breath

Give me a break, I should behave
Give me a shovel, I'll dig graves
I break ill in large portions
your parents? I'll make you an orphan
So when 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 your fuckin' eyes

You strange
So now you
That you're to the
of the rhyme flow