Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my rhymes with
What you expect? Sounds of
The snap of a broken
All in darkness 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 shit and I don't a damn
Roll up, your eye will get 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 riff? There's time to you out
Put a caps in your ass, cut your head off
Send it to your mom flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, the whole bunch
'em in my back yard and then I'll eat lunch
'Cause I don't give a fuck you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the a death just might occur

Is this real or
never know
While locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

Once I you up, you can't get loose
You stuck your head and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice slow from the steel
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 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 this real or
Well, you'll never
While you're to the
of the rhyme flow

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, your shotgun

You ever see your die?
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 feel calm and nice is a slow slice
Through jugular and windpipe
Throw me in jail, I even try to make bail
Put me in the gas and watch me inhale

Is this true or
Well, you'll never
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 that shit I that I was born insane
When I was young I had a lust for knives and
Use a glass to fry an ant with the sun

And on and on my for death got bigger
At I was placed behind a trigger
Although I'm dirty not the one to be up
up, I'd love to open your chest up
I've got no concept of life or
Placin' my hands on your
All I want is your breath

Give me a motherfuckin' break, I should
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, I'll dig
I ill in extra large portions
Where's parents? I'll make you an orphan
So you're talkin' 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 strange
So now you
That you're to the
Pulse of the rhyme