Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is Eminem baby back up in 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 a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin cause 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 skills got you hills
I travel through your mind until you like siren drills
I'm sliming of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and in the marijuana smoke
This is the for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons animation
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 a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of well I was sent from it
I to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm to repent from 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 sense of your defense
I got meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil loyal
I plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause pandemonium
Battle a band of MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic through telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, meant to be Infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent 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 to make another attempt at it...
I'm

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I clever ever since
My was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm all responsibility
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 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 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 cameo on my jam
the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be tempted 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 instruments
Now I'm trying to from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to another attempt at it...
I'm
You of hell well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to from it
But I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm