Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh this is Eminem 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 your brain relaxin cause they be maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you lack attraction
You looking zany whack with a fraction of my tracks spun
My skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their column disconnects
We disinfect check the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana
is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons animation
My of narration
Hit's a and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there no time to be stare and gazing
I the stage 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 to repent from it
But when I hear the 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 some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids like oil pans
My coiled hands around this 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, Simulator of data,
There's never been a greater since the burial of
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal
My will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally,
With entity, dementedly meant to be

You heard of well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments
Now I'm to repent from it
But when I 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 hesitant to do some 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, 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 never packed a tool or cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for fancy
In I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a 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, once you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be tempted I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

You heard of well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent it
But when I hear the beat I'm to make another attempt at it...
I'm
You of hell well 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 to make another attempt at it...
I'm