Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is Eminem baby back up in that ass
One time for your mother fucking we represent the 313
You know what I'm saying? cause don't know shit about this
For the 9 6

1:
Ayo my pen and paper a chain reaction
To get your relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in son you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack with a fraction of my tracks spun
My skills got you climbing hills
I through your mind until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then the monologue, turn your system up
them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more than animation
My of narration
Hit's a snare and bass of fucked up rapper interrogation
I declare invasion, there 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 from it
I to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another at it...
I'm

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite
I got some meat to mince some fruit to and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil fans
I foil plans and leave leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this microphone are
One thought in my cerebral is then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I to cause some pandemonium
a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
There's never been a since the burial of Jesus
around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a to pieces
My accapella plastic masterpieces through 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 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 been clever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause a monster 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 is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I 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 fact I can't see, or imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of
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 you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be tempted when I see the sins my 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 when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another at it...
I'm
You of hell 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 tempted to make another at it...
I'm