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? cause they don't know shit about
For the 9 6

1:
Ayo my pen and cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin cause they be maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack
You zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you like siren drills
I'm sliming of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their spinal column
We disinfect check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana
This is the season for noise pollution
Examination of more cartoons than
My of narration
Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and
I the stage into a barren wasteland...
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 repent it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make attempt at it...
I'm

2:
Bust it, I let the commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense
I got some meat to mince 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 microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a full of people
are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
There's never been a since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the diseases
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally,
With entity, dementedly to be Infinite

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

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

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