Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper a chain reaction
To get brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly attraction
You zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you climbing
I travel through your mind until you spine siren drills
I'm sliming of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn system up
Twist them up, and 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 declare invasion, there no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage a barren wasteland...
I'm

You of hell well 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

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite
I got some to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil fans
I foil and leave 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 phony MC's and the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the of Jesus
around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

You heard of hell I was sent 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 tempted to make attempt at it...
I'm

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever
My residence was hesitant to do shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause there's a monster in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming a wrestler
to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a then 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 can't see, or 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 to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

You of hell well 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
You heard of hell I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and 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