Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain
To get your brain cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly attraction
You zany 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 on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, your system up
Twist them up, and indulge in the smoke
This is the season for noise contamination
of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of
Hit's a snare and bass of fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there no time to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell 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 tempted to make another at it...
I'm

2:
Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of 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 leave fluids like oil pans
My hands around 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 band of phony and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
There's never been a greater since the burial of
Fuck and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a to pieces
My accapella plastic masterpieces through telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly to be Infinite

You heard of hell well I was sent it
I went to 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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm dense and I been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill
Mic messaler, slamming a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't
I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, for your fancy
In I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of
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 you make an instant 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 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
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 when I the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm