Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is Eminem baby up in that motherfucking ass
One time for your mother fucking we represent the 313
You what I'm saying? cause 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 cause they be actin in action
A brainiac in fact son you lack attraction
You looking zany whack with a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you climbing
I travel through mind until you spine like siren drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with on disinfectants
With some ex rappers till their spinal column
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 more cartoons than
My of narration
Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no to be stare and gazing
I turn the stage into a wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell well I was sent it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments
Now I'm trying to repent it
But when I hear the beat I'm to make another attempt 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 some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil loyal
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 full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to some pandemonium
Battle a of phony MC's and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
There's never a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis will smash a stereo to
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be

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 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 hesitant to do some shit represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause there's a monster will in me that wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, like a wrestler
Here to a mess 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 led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy
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
Plus the man who had a plan B
Be all you can be, once you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be tempted I see the sins my friends commit...
I'm

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