Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

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

I write my with violence
What you expect? of pain
The of a broken neck
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 and I don't 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 the big mouth
Ya got time to There's time to take you out
Put a couple caps in ass, cut your head off
Send it to mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole
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 house a just might occur

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

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

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

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

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

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

So shut the up, punk and clear 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 chamber and watch me

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

Jason, Tales of the Crypt and the Dark
Another fly murder, suicide
Did these flicks have an on my brain?
I really doubt that I think that I was born insane
When I was I had a lust for knives and guns
Use a magnifying to fry an ant with the sun

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

Give me a motherfuckin' break, I should
Give me a shovel, I'll dig graves
I break ill in 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
be no screams, no tears or cries
Just a laser between your fuckin' eyes

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