Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

Just checkin' my once 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 windows up, make sure it's air tight
E.Q. the exact so shit sounds right
I rhyme of and darkness and danger
Your crib or car becomes a torture

I write my with violence
What you expect? of pain
The snap of a neck
All alone in 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 and I don't give a damn
up, your eye will get swoll up

Suckers who yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up
'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy the big mouth
Ya got time to riff? There's time to you out
Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your off
Send it to your mom with flowers 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 fuck you or him or her
I'm in the house a death just might occur

Is this or fiction?
You'll know
you're 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 underneath your flesh
Makin' you and turn, scorch and burn
When will you The ninties are my turn
To a vocal fit like the ultimate
rhyme yo, I invented the shit

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 your
Cut off your and do you with the lights out

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

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

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

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

Is this true or
Well, you'll know
While locked to the
of the rhyme flow

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Dark
Another fly murder, suicide
Did these have an influence on my brain?
I really doubt shit I think that I was born insane
I was young 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
I'm dirty not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to open chest up
got no concept of life or death
Placin' my hands on your
All I want is last breath

Give me a motherfuckin' break, I behave
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, I'll dig
I break ill in large portions
Where's your parents? I'll make you an
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 your eyes

You strange
So now you
That you're to the
of the rhyme flow