Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and cause a chain reaction
To get your relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack
You looking zany whack just a fraction 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 some ex till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn system up
Twist up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for pollution 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 ain't no to be stare and gazing
I the stage into a barren wasteland...
I'm

You of hell well I was sent from it
I to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent it
But I hear the beat I'm tempted 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 some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil
My coiled hands around this microphone are
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a full of people
MC's are feeble, I to cause some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony MC's and the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a since the burial of Jesus
around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally,
entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent 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 another attempt at it...
I'm

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do shit that represents the M-O
So I'm all responsibility
Cause there's a will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming a wrestler
Here to make a of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew to school
I never packed a tool or 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 lover of beats or a fan of
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 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 it's surface and sentenced for murdering
Now I'm to repent 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 from it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments
Now I'm to repent from it
But when I hear the I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm