Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly attraction
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks
My rhyming got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with on disinfectants
With some ex rappers their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana
This is the for noise pollution contamination
of more cartoons than animation
My of narration
Hit's a and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, ain't no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the into a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell 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 hear the beat I'm to make another attempt at it...
I'm

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can the sense of your elite defense
I got some meat to some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil fans
I foil plans and fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to 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
Fuck around and catch all of the diseases
My will smash a stereo to pieces
My releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally,
With entity, dementedly to be Infinite

You heard of well I was sent from 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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never and I been clever ever since
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 MC's
Mic messaler, like a wrestler
to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to
I never a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your
In I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my jam
Plus the man who had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

You heard of hell I was sent from it
I went to 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
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