Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper a chain reaction
To get brain relaxin cause 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 hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like siren
I'm grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With ex rappers till 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 pollution contamination
Examination of more cartoons animation
My of narration
Hit's a snare and bass of fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be and gazing
I turn the stage 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 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 some meat to mince fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I intensive ladies, I spoil loyal fans
I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil
My coiled around this microphone are lethal
One in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause pandemonium
a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator
There's never been a greater since the burial of
around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever
My residence was hesitant to do some that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause a monster will in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a
to make a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew back to
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't
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 cameo on my jam
the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be, once you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be when I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

You heard of hell well I was from it
I went to 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
You heard of well I was sent from it
I to it's surface 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