Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain
To get your brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in
A brainiac in fact son you mainly attraction
You looking whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you hills
I travel through your until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with sprayed on
With some ex rappers 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 cartoons than animation
My lamination of
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 went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments
Now I'm trying to from 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 the sense of your elite defense
I got meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil loyal
I foil plans and leave leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause pandemonium
Battle a of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
There's never been a since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal
My thesis smash 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 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 I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever
My was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a
Here to a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical
I get cynical at a 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 fact I see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of or a fan of scratching
is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who had a plan B
Be all you can be, cause once you an instant hit
I'm to be tempted when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

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