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 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 maniac in
A brainiac in son you mainly lack attraction
You zany whack with 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 sprayed on
With ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your up
them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for pollution contamination
of more cartoons than animation
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 and gazing
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 to make another attempt at it...
I'm

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can the sense of your elite defense
I got some meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two to rinse
I greet ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper a Jeep full of people
are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium
Battle a of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
There's never been a greater since the of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the diseases
My will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic through 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 it's 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

3:
Man I got I'm never dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause there's a monster will in me always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a
Here to make a mess of a lyric embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to
I packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for fancy
In fact I can't see, or imagine
A man who ain't a of beats or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my jam
Plus the man who had a plan B
Be all you can be, once you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be tempted when I see the my friends commit...
I'm

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