Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my rhymes with
you expect? Sounds of pain
The snap of a broken
All alone in darkness I sit each
Write my rhymes with blood 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
Roll up, 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 time to riff? There's to take you out
Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your off
Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so
Lay on your crew, smoke the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my back and then I'll eat lunch
'Cause I don't a fuck about you or him or her
I'm in the house a death just might occur

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

Once I lock you up, you can't get
You stuck your inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow from the steel
My words feel like underneath your flesh
you twist and turn, scorch and burn
When will you learn? The are my turn
To a vocal fit like the ultimate
rhyme yo, I invented 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 your
Cut off power and do you with the lights out

Is real or fiction?
Well, never 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 it's skin
If you burnin' 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, your shotgun

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

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

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

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
Another fly murder, another
Did flicks 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 glass to fry an ant with the sun

And on and on my for death got bigger
At I was placed behind a trigger
Although I'm dirty not the one to be 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 breath

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

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