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 don't know shit about this
For the 9 6

1:
Ayo my pen and paper cause a reaction
To get your brain relaxin cause they be maniac in action
A in fact son you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack just a fraction of my tracks spun
My skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you spine siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their spinal disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your up
them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise contamination
Examination of more cartoons than
My of narration
Hit's a snare and bass of fucked up rapper interrogation
When I 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 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 commence so I can beat the of your elite defense
I got some meat to mince some to stompin and two feet to rinse
I intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is then a Jeep full 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 the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic through telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly to be Infinite

You heard of hell well I was from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments
Now I'm to repent from 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 clever ever since
My was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm all responsibility
Cause there's a monster in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a
to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your
In fact I 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 on my last jam
Plus the man who had a plan B
Be all you can be, once you make an instant hit
I'm to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

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