Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I my rhymes with violence
you expect? Sounds of pain
The snap of a neck
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 give a damn
Roll up, your eye get swoll up

Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got up, holled up
I'm not the nigga to toy with boy with the big mouth
Ya got time to riff? There's to take you out
Put a caps in your ass, cut your head off
Send it to mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole
'em in my back yard and then I'll eat lunch
'Cause I don't give a about you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house a just might occur

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

I lock you up, you can't get loose
You stuck your head inside and I placed the
The mic drips juice slow from the mesh
My words feel like hooks underneath flesh
you twist and turn, scorch and burn
When you learn? 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 black ski an' come to your house
Cut off your power and do you with the out

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

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

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

So shut the fuck up, punk and the rhyme path
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 and watch me inhale

Is true or false?
Well, you'll know
While you're to the
Pulse of the flow

Jason, Tales of the and the Dark Side
fly murder, another suicide
Did these flicks have an on my brain?
I really doubt that I think that I was born insane
When I was young I had a lust for 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 placed behind a
Although I'm dirty not the one to be up
Step up, I'd to open your chest up
I've got no concept of or death
Placin' my on your neck
All I want is last breath

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

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