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 paper cause a chain
To get brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly attraction
You looking zany whack with a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you climbing
I travel through your mind until you spine like drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with on disinfectants
With ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your up
them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise pollution
Examination of more cartoons than
My lamination of
Hit's a snare and bass of track up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and
I turn the into a barren 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 from it
But I hear the beat 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 elite defense
I got some meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to
I greet intensive ladies, I loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids like oil pans
My coiled hands around this 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, of data, Eliminator
never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the diseases
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally,
With entity, dementedly meant to be

You heard of hell I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to from it
But when I hear the beat I'm to make 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 represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a
Here to a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a then I send a crew back to school
I packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, for your fancy
In I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of or a fan of scratching
is for my family, the kid who had a cameo 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 to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
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 I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm
You heard of well I was sent from it
I went to it's and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm to repent from it
But when I the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm