Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

Just checkin' my once as I test your audio
Increase the bass response the speakers blow
I got no time to sit and and pop bullshit
Turn up your hops, insert the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up, make sure air tight
E.Q. the track exact so sounds right
I rhyme of death and and danger
Your crib or car a torture chamber

I write my with violence
What you expect? Sounds of
The snap of a neck
All alone in I sit each night
Write my rhymes with blood a butcher knife
You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am
try to ban my shit and I don't give a damn
Roll up, eye will get swoll up

Suckers who flexed yo, their got tolled up, holled up
'Cause I'm not the nigga to toy boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to riff? There's to take you out
Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your off
Send it to your mom flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, the whole bunch
Bury 'em in my back yard and then 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
You'll know
While locked to the
Pulse of the rhyme

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

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 your power and do you the lights out

Is this real or
Well, you'll know
While you're to the
Pulse of the rhyme

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

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

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

Is this true or
Well, you'll never
While you're to the
Pulse of the flow

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
Another fly murder, another
Did flicks have an influence on my brain?
I really doubt shit I think that I was born insane
I was young I had a lust for knives and guns
Use a magnifying glass to fry an ant the sun

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

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

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