Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my with violence
What you expect? Sounds of
The snap of a broken
All in darkness I sit each night
Write my rhymes with blood upon a knife
You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am
They try to ban my shit and I give a damn
Roll up, your eye get swoll up

Suckers who flexed yo, deaths got tolled up, holled up
'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big
Ya got to riff? There's time to take you out
Put a caps in your ass, cut your head off
it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on wack 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 house a death just occur

Is this real or
You'll know
While you're to the
of the rhyme flow

Once I lock you up, you get loose
You stuck your inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice from the steel mesh
My feel like hooks underneath your flesh
you twist and turn, scorch and burn
When will you learn? The are my turn
To pitch a 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 ski mask an' come to your house
Cut off power and do you with the lights out

Is real or fiction?
Well, you'll know
While you're to the
of the rhyme flow

A pool of blood and body parts would make me grin
A close of a razor 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 come, bring your shotgun

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

So shut the fuck up, punk and the rhyme path
What make feel calm and nice is a slow slice
Through your jugular and
Throw me in jail, I won't try to make bail
Put me in the gas chamber and me inhale

Is this or false?
Well, never know
you're locked to the
Pulse of the flow

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
Another fly murder, another
Did these flicks have an on my brain?
I really doubt that shit I think that I was insane
When I was young I had a lust for knives and
Use a magnifying to fry an ant with 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
I've got no concept of or death
Placin' my on your neck
All I want is your last

Give me a break, I should behave
me a motherfuckin' shovel, I'll dig graves
I break ill in large portions
Where's your I'll make you an orphan
So when talkin' 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
Just a laser beam between your fuckin'

You strange
So now you
That locked to the
Pulse of the flow