Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain
To get your brain relaxin cause be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly attraction
You looking zany whack with just a of my tracks spun
My rhyming got you climbing hills
I travel through mind until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with on disinfectants
With 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 for noise pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons than
My lamination of
Hit's a snare and bass of track up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and
I turn the stage a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell well I was sent 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

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 fans
I foil plans and fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around microphone are lethal
One thought in my is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I to cause some pandemonium
a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of
Fuck around and catch all of the diseases
My thesis smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been ever since
My residence was hesitant to do shit that represents the M-O
So I'm all responsibility
there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a then I send a crew back to school
I never a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy
In fact I can't see, or can't
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of
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, cause once you 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 murdering
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 hell well I was sent 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 to make another attempt at it...
I'm