Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper cause a reaction
To get your brain cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my spun
My rhyming skills got you climbing
I travel through your mind you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on
With some ex rappers till their spinal disconnects
We disinfect then the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the smoke
This is the season for noise contamination
Examination of more cartoons animation
My lamination of
Hit's a snare and of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and
I turn the stage into a wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell well I was sent it
I went to it's and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm to repent 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 so I can beat the sense of your elite defense
I got some meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil fans
I foil plans and fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled around this microphone are lethal
One in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause some
Battle a band of phony and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
There's never a greater since the burial of Jesus
around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces 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 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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some that represents the M-O
So I'm all responsibility
there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, for your fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't
A man who ain't a lover of or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a on my last jam
Plus the man who 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 sins my commit...
I'm

You heard of hell I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments
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 hell well I was sent 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 tempted to another attempt at it...
I'm