Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is baby back up in that motherfucking ass
One for your mother fucking mind we represent the 313
You know I'm saying? cause 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 they be actin maniac in
A brainiac in son you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks
My rhyming skills got you hills
I travel through your mind until you spine siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till spinal column disconnects
We disinfect check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise pollution
of more cartoons than animation
My of narration
a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, ain't no time to be stare and gazing
I the stage into a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments
Now I'm trying to repent it
But I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another 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 some to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil fans
I foil plans and leave leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause some
a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
There's never been a greater since the of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal
My thesis will smash a stereo to
My accapella plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

You heard of hell 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 beat I'm tempted to another attempt at it...
I'm

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

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