Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I my rhymes with violence
you expect? Sounds of pain
The snap of a neck
All in darkness 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 a damn
Roll up, eye will get swoll up

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

Is this real or
You'll never
While locked to the
of the rhyme flow

Once I lock you up, you get loose
You stuck your head and I placed the noose
The mic drips slow from the steel mesh
My words feel like hooks underneath flesh
Makin' you twist and turn, scorch and
When will you The ninties are my turn
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 mask an' come to house
Cut off your power and do you with the out

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

A pool of 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 walk and choose the dark route
gotta be loved by some and I'm the one
Ya come, bring your shotgun

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

So shut the up, punk and clear the rhyme path
What would make feel calm and nice is a slice
Through your jugular and
Throw me in jail, I even try to make bail
Put me in the gas and watch me inhale

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

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
fly murder, another suicide
Did these flicks have an influence on my
I doubt that shit I think that I was born insane
When I was young I had a for knives and guns
Use a glass to fry an ant with the sun

And on and on my love for got bigger
At I was placed behind a trigger
Although I'm not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to open your up
got no concept of life or death
Placin' my on your neck
All I is your last breath

Give me a break, I should behave
Give me a shovel, I'll dig graves
I break ill in extra portions
Where's your I'll make you an orphan
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 between your fuckin' eyes

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