Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my with violence
What you expect? of pain
The of a broken neck
All alone in I sit each night
Write my rhymes 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 give a
Roll up, your eye get swoll up

Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, 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
Send it to your mom with 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the bunch
'em in my back yard and then I'll eat lunch
'Cause I don't give a fuck you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the a death just might occur

Is this real or
You'll never
While you're to the
Pulse of the rhyme

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

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 house
Cut off your power and do you with the out

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

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

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

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

Is true or false?
Well, you'll know
you're locked to the
Pulse of the flow

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 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 got bigger
At fifteen I was placed a trigger
I'm dirty not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to your chest up
I've got no concept of life or
Placin' my hands on your
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 large
Where's your parents? make you an orphan
So when 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 between your fuckin' eyes

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