Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my rhymes with
What you expect? Sounds of
The snap of a 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 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? time to take you out
Put a caps in your ass, cut your head off
Send it to your mom flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my back yard and then I'll eat
'Cause I give a fuck about you or him or her
I'm in the house a death just might occur

Is this or fiction?
You'll never
While locked to the
Pulse of the flow

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

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

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

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

You ever see your partner
No? I have
You ever see your father
No? I have
You ever see your mother
No? I have

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

Is true or false?
Well, never know
While you're to the
Pulse of the rhyme

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
Another fly murder, suicide
Did these flicks have an 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 for death got bigger
At fifteen I was behind a trigger
I'm dirty not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to open your up
I've got no concept of life or
my hands on your neck
All I want is your last

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

You feel
So now you
That you're to the
Pulse of the flow