Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is baby back up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your mother fucking we represent the 313
You know what I'm saying? cause they know shit about this
For the 9 6

1:
Ayo my pen and cause a chain reaction
To get your brain cause they be actin maniac in action
A in fact son you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with just a of my tracks spun
My rhyming got you climbing hills
I travel through mind until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn system up
Twist them up, and in the marijuana smoke
is the season 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, ain't no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the into a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell well I was sent 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

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the of your elite defense
I got some meat to some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around microphone are lethal
One in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally,
entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever since
My residence was hesitant to do some that represents the M-O
So I'm all responsibility
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill
Mic messaler, slamming a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a 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 see, or can't 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 when I see the 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 from it
But when I hear the I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm
You heard of hell well I was from 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 tempted to make attempt at it...
I'm