Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin cause they be actin in action
A brainiac in fact son you lack attraction
You looking zany whack with a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like siren
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on
With some ex rappers till their column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, your system up
Twist up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
is the season for noise pollution contamination
Examination of cartoons than 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 and gazing
I the stage into a barren wasteland...
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 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 to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking oil pans
My coiled hands around this are lethal
One thought in my is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of
Fuck and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally,
entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever since
My was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm all responsibility
Cause there's a monster will in me that wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming a wrestler
Here to a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a fool I send a crew back to school
I never packed a or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy
In fact I see, or can't imagine
A man who a lover of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a on my last jam
the man who never had a plan 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 well 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 another at it...
I'm
You heard of well I was sent from it
I went to it's and sentenced 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