Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my rhymes violence
What you expect? Sounds of
The snap of a 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
try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn
Roll up, your eye get swoll up

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

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

I lock you up, you can't 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 your
Makin' you and turn, scorch and burn
When will you learn? The ninties are my
To pitch a vocal fit like the
Gangster rhyme yo, I 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 an' come to your house
Cut off your power and do you the lights out

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

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

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

So the fuck up, punk and clear the rhyme path
What would make feel and nice is a slow 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 this or false?
Well, you'll know
While locked to the
of the rhyme flow

Jason, of the Crypt and the Dark Side
fly murder, another suicide
Did these flicks have an on my brain?
I really doubt that shit I think that I was 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 got bigger
At fifteen I was placed behind a
Although I'm dirty not the one to be up
up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no of life or death
my hands on your neck
All I want is your breath

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

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