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 and pop bullshit
up your stereo hops, insert the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up, make it's air tight
E.Q. the track exact so sounds right
I rhyme of and darkness and danger
crib or car becomes a torture chamber

I write my with violence
What you expect? Sounds of
The of a broken neck
All alone in darkness I sit each
Write my with blood 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 will get 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 to riff? There's time to take you out
Put a couple caps in ass, cut your head off
it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the bunch
Bury 'em in my yard and then I'll eat lunch
'Cause I don't a fuck about you or him or her
I'm in the house a death just might occur

Is real or fiction?
You'll never
While you're to the
Pulse of the flow

Once I you up, you can't get loose
You your head inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips juice from the steel mesh
My words 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 rhyme yo, I invented the

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

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

A pool of blood and floating body parts make me grin
A close view of a razor it's breaking skin
If you were I'd use gasoline 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 your die?
No? Well I
You ever see your father
No? I have
You ever see your die?
No? Well I

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

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

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Side
fly murder, another suicide
Did these flicks an influence on my brain?
I doubt that shit 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 behind a trigger
Although I'm dirty not the one to be up
Step up, I'd love to open your up
I've got no concept of life or
my hands on your neck
All I want is your breath

me a motherfuckin' break, I should behave
Give me a motherfuckin' shovel, I'll dig
I break ill in extra portions
Where's your I'll make you an orphan
So when you're talkin' crazy, you 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 your eyes

You feel
So now you
That you're to the
Pulse of the flow