Luyện nghe bài hát Pulse of the Rhyme

Just checkin' my microphone as I test your audio
Increase the response hopin' the speakers blow
I got no to sit and flip and pop bullshit
Turn up your stereo hops, the rhyme clip
Roll your windows up, make sure it's air
E.Q. the exact so shit sounds right
I rhyme of death and and danger
Your crib or car becomes a chamber

I write my rhymes violence
What you expect? Sounds of
The snap of a broken
All alone in darkness I sit each
Write my rhymes with blood upon a butcher
You say, "The Ice is ill", an' ill I am
They try to ban my shit and I don't give a
Roll up, your eye will get 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 time to you out
Put a couple caps in your ass, cut head off
Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so
Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole
Bury 'em in my back and then I'll eat lunch
I don't give a fuck about you or him or her
Whenever I'm in the house a death just might

Is this or fiction?
You'll never
While locked to the
of the rhyme flow

Once I you up, you can't get loose
You stuck your inside and I placed the noose
The mic drips slow from the steel mesh
My feel like hooks underneath your flesh
you twist and turn, scorch and burn
When will you learn? The ninties are my
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' come to your
Cut off your power and do you the lights out

Is this real or
Well, you'll know
While 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 were burnin' I'd use to put you out
'Cause I alone and choose the dark route
Nightmares be loved by some and I'm the one
Ya wanna come, bring your

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

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

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

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

And on and on my for death 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 last

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

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