Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my rhymes violence
What you Sounds of pain
The snap of a neck
All in darkness I sit each night
my rhymes 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 give a
Roll up, your eye get swoll up

Suckers who flexed yo, deaths got tolled up, holled up
I'm not the nigga to toy with 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 'cause I'm so
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the 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 you're to the
Pulse of the rhyme

Once I lock you up, you get loose
You stuck your head inside and I placed the
The mic drips juice from the steel mesh
My feel like hooks 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
Gangster yo, I invented the shit

me do it, as I do it, and I do it right
Grab the gauge, tape and the flashlight
Don the black ski mask an' come to 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 blood and 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 gotta be by some and I'm the one
Ya wanna come, bring your

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

So shut the fuck up, punk and the rhyme path
What would make feel calm and nice is a slice
Through your and windpipe
Throw me in jail, I won't even try to bail
Put me in the gas chamber and 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 have an influence on my brain?
I really doubt that shit I think that I was born
When I was young I had a lust for knives and
Use a magnifying glass to fry an ant the sun

And on and on my for death 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 your up
got no concept of life or death
Placin' my hands on neck
All I want is your breath

Give me a motherfuckin' break, I should
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, dig graves
I break ill in large portions
Where's your parents? I'll 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 your eyes

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