Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

Just checkin' my microphone once as I your audio
Increase the bass response the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and flip and pop
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 write my with violence
What you expect? Sounds of
The of a broken neck
All in darkness I sit each night
Write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher
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 with boy the big mouth
Ya got to riff? There's time to take you out
Put a couple caps in ass, cut your head off
Send it to your mom flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your crew, smoke the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my back yard and I'll eat lunch
'Cause I don't a fuck about you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the a death just might occur

Is real or fiction?
You'll never
While you're to the
Pulse of the flow

Once I lock you up, you can't get
You your head inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow from the steel
My words feel like underneath your flesh
Makin' you twist and turn, and burn
When will you The ninties are my turn
To pitch a vocal fit like the
rhyme yo, I invented the shit

Watch me do it, as I do it, and I do it
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 this or fiction?
Well, you'll never
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

A pool of blood and floating body parts make me grin
A close view of a razor it's breaking skin
If you were burnin' I'd use to put you out
'Cause I alone 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? Well I
You ever see your mother
No? Well I

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

Is this or false?
Well, never know
While locked to the
Pulse of the flow

Jason, Tales of the and the Dark Side
fly murder, another suicide
Did flicks have an influence on my brain?
I doubt that shit I think that I was born insane
I was young I had a lust for knives and guns
Use a magnifying 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
Step up, I'd love to open chest up
I've got no concept of life or
Placin' my hands on 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 large
your 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 or cries
a laser beam between your fuckin' eyes

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