Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you lack 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 grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, your system up
them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise contamination
Examination of more cartoons animation
My of narration
Hit's a and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be and gazing
I turn the stage into a wasteland...
I'm

You heard of well I was sent from it
I to it's surface and sentenced for murdering 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 defense
I got some meat to mince 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 this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of
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 venereal
My thesis smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be

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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never and I been clever ever since
My residence was to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm all responsibility
there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric embezzler
No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to
I never a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your
In fact I can't see, or can't
A man who ain't a lover of or a fan of scratching
This is for my family, the kid who had a on my last 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 when 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 trying to repent it
But I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm
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 another attempt at it...
I'm