Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I my rhymes with violence
What you expect? Sounds of
The of a broken neck
All in darkness 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, their deaths got tolled up, up
I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to riff? There's time to 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, smoke the bunch
Bury 'em in my back and then I'll eat lunch
'Cause I give a fuck about you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the a death just might occur

Is real or fiction?
You'll know
While locked to the
of the rhyme flow

Once I lock you up, you get loose
You your head inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow the steel mesh
My words feel like hooks underneath flesh
Makin' you twist and turn, and burn
When will you The ninties are my turn
To pitch a fit like the ultimate
Gangster rhyme yo, I invented the

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

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

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

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

So shut the fuck up, punk and clear the rhyme
What would make feel calm and nice is a slice
Through your 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
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
Another fly murder, suicide
Did these flicks 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 love for death got
At fifteen I was placed behind a
Although I'm not the one to be swept up
up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of or death
my hands on your neck
All I want is your breath

Give me a break, I should behave
Give me a shovel, I'll dig graves
I break ill in extra portions
Where's parents? 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 tears or
Just a laser beam between fuckin' eyes

You feel
So now you
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme