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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain
To get your brain relaxin cause they be actin in action
A in fact son you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks
My skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like siren
I'm grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their spinal disconnects
We then check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the smoke
This is the season for noise pollution
Examination of more cartoons than
My of narration
a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be and gazing
I turn the stage into a wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell I was sent 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 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 to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil fans
I foil plans and leave fluids like oil pans
My coiled hands around this are lethal
One thought in my is deeper then a Jeep full 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, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater the burial of Jesus
Fuck and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces 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 I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever
My residence was to do some shit 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 like a
Here to make a of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical
I get at a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your
In fact I can't see, or imagine
A man who ain't a of beats or a fan of scratching
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 heard of hell well I was sent 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 another attempt at it...
I'm
You heard of well 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 beat I'm to make another attempt at it...
I'm