Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my rhymes violence
What you Sounds of pain
The snap of a broken
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
up, your eye will get swoll up

Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, up
'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to There's time to take 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 your wack crew, smoke the whole
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 death just might

Is this or fiction?
You'll know
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

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

Watch me do it, as I do it, and I do it
Grab the gauge, Duct and the flashlight
Don the black ski mask an' to your house
Cut off your and do you with the lights out

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

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

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

So shut the fuck up, punk and clear the rhyme
would 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 true or false?
Well, you'll know
While locked to the
Pulse of the flow

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Dark
Another fly murder, suicide
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 for knives and guns
Use a magnifying to fry an ant with the sun

And on and on my for death got bigger
At fifteen I was behind a trigger
Although I'm not the one to be swept up
Step up, I'd love to your chest up
I've got no concept of life or
Placin' my on your neck
All I want is your last

me a motherfuckin' break, I should behave
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, dig graves
I ill in extra large portions
Where's your 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
Just a laser beam your fuckin' eyes

You strange
So now you
you're locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme