Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is baby back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your fucking mind we represent 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 brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action
A in fact son you mainly lack attraction
You looking whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you hills
I travel through your mind until you spine siren drills
I'm grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till spinal column disconnects
We disinfect check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the smoke
This is the season for noise contamination
Examination of more cartoons than
My of narration
Hit's a and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no to be stare and gazing
I the stage into a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell well I was sent it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments
Now I'm trying to 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 some to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to some pandemonium
Battle a of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the diseases
My thesis will smash a to pieces
My accapella releases masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally,
With entity, dementedly meant to be

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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm 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 will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a
Here to make a of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get at a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't
A man who a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my jam
Plus the man who never had a B
Be all you can be, cause you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be tempted I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

You heard of hell I was sent from it
I went to it's and sentenced for murdering instruments
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 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 make attempt at it...
I'm