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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper a chain reaction
To get brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack
You looking whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, sprayed 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
is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than
My of narration
Hit's a snare and of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell I was sent from it
I to it's 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

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite
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 fluids leaking like oil
My coiled hands around microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of
Fuck and catch all of the venereal diseases
My will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through
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 when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make attempt at it...
I'm

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I clever ever since
My residence was to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to MC's
Mic messaler, like a wrestler
Here to 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 to school
I never packed a or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, for your fancy
In fact I 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
the man who never had a plan 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 for murdering instruments
Now I'm to repent 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 repent it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another at it...
I'm