Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is Eminem baby back up in motherfucking ass
One time for your mother 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 chain
To get your brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in
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 your mind until you spine like siren drills
I'm grills 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 in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise contamination
Examination of more than animation
My lamination of
a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, ain't no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a wasteland...
I'm

You of hell well I was sent from it
I went to surface 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

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the of your elite defense
I got some meat to mince fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil and leave 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
Battle a band of MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
never been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally,
With entity, dementedly to be Infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent it
I went to surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent 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
Cause there's a monster will in me that always to kill MC's
Mic messaler, like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric smuggling
No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a back to school
I never packed a tool or cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, for your fancy
In fact I can't see, or imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of
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 tempted I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

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