Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is Eminem 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 know shit this
For the 9 6

1:
Ayo my pen and cause a chain reaction
To get your brain cause they be actin maniac in action
A in fact son you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming got you climbing hills
I through your mind until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for pollution contamination
Examination of more than animation
My of narration
Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper
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 well I was sent it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering
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 commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense
I got some meat to mince some to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil loyal
I foil and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of
are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal
My thesis will smash a stereo to
My releases 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 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 been clever since
My residence was to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill
Mic messaler, like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric embezzler
No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for fancy
In I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
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 once you make an 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 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
You heard of hell I was sent 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