Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper cause a reaction
To get your brain relaxin they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly attraction
You looking zany whack just a fraction of my tracks spun
My skills got you climbing hills
I travel through your until you spine like siren drills
I'm grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then the monologue, turn your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana
This is the season for noise pollution
Examination of more than animation
My lamination of
Hit's a snare and bass of track up rapper interrogation
When I invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing
I the stage into a barren wasteland...
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 tempted to make another at it...
I'm

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite
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 like oil pans
My coiled hands around this are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to some pandemonium
Battle a of phony 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 to pieces
My releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, meant 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 to repent from it
But when I the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some that represents 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 a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get at a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for fancy
In I can't see, or can't 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, cause you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be tempted I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

You of hell well I was sent from 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 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 trying to from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make attempt at it...
I'm