Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is baby back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your mother fucking mind we the 313
You know what I'm saying? they don't know shit about this
For the 9 6

1:
Ayo my pen and cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin cause be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks
My skills got you climbing hills
I travel your mind until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with on disinfectants
With some ex till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana
This is the for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons animation
My of narration
Hit's a snare and bass of fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and
I turn the into a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell I was sent from it
I to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to another attempt at it...
I'm

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of elite defense
I got meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are
One thought in my cerebral is then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause pandemonium
a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly to be Infinite

You heard of well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering
Now I'm to repent from it
But I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever
My residence was to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, like a wrestler
Here to a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a fool then I send a back to school
I packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for fancy
In fact I see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my jam
the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause once you make an hit
I'm to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

You heard of hell well I was sent it
I went to surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to from it
But when I hear the beat I'm to make another attempt at it...
I'm
You heard of hell well I was from it
I went to it's and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to from it
But when I hear the beat I'm to make another attempt at it...
I'm