Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh yeah this is Eminem baby back up in 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 cause be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in son you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany whack just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming got you climbing hills
I travel through your mind until you spine like siren
I'm grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, turn system up
them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise pollution
of more cartoons than animation
My lamination of
a snare and bass of track 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 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 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 to stompin and two feet to rinse
I greet intensive ladies, I spoil fans
I foil and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands this microphone are lethal
One in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to cause some
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
Fuck around and catch all of the venereal
My thesis will a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly to be Infinite

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

3:
Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been ever since
My was hesitant to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm assuming all
Cause there's a monster in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic messaler, slamming like a
Here to make a 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 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 beats or a fan of
is for my family, the kid who had a cameo on my last jam
Plus the man who never had a 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 hell well I was from it
I went to surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to repent it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make attempt at it...
I'm
You heard of hell well I was sent it
I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering
Now I'm to repent from it
But when I the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm