Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper a chain reaction
To get your relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my spun
My rhyming skills got you hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like siren
I'm sliming grills of roaches, sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex till their 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 contamination
Examination of more than animation
My lamination of
Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper
When I declare invasion, there no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a wasteland...
I'm

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

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can the sense of your elite defense
I got some meat to mince some fruit to and two feet to rinse
I greet ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil
My coiled hands this 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, of data, Eliminator
never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, meant to be Infinite

You heard of hell well I was from it
I went to it's 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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm dense and I been clever ever since
My was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause there's a will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling
No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool I send a crew back to school
I never 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 a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
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 make an hit
I'm tense to be tempted I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

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