Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

Oh this is Eminem baby back up in that motherfucking ass
One for your mother fucking mind 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 they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in son you mainly lack attraction
You looking zany with just a fraction of my tracks spun
My rhyming skills got you climbing
I travel through your mind until you spine siren drills
I'm grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants
With some ex till their spinal column disconnects
We then check the monologue, turn your system up
them up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for noise contamination
Examination of more cartoons animation
My of narration
Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper
When I declare invasion, ain't 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 surface and sentenced for murdering
Now I'm trying to from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to another attempt at it...
I'm

2:
Bust it, I let the beat so I can beat the sense of your elite defense
I got some meat to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to
I greet intensive ladies, I loyal fans
I plans and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My hands around this microphone are lethal
One thought in my cerebral is deeper a Jeep full of people
MC's are feeble, I came to some pandemonium
Battle a band of phony and stand the lonely one
Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data,
There's been a greater since the burial of Jesus
Fuck around and all of the venereal diseases
My will smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be

You heard of hell well I was from it
I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments
Now I'm trying to from it
But I hear the beat 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 residence was hesitant to do shit that 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 like a
Here to make a mess of a lyric embezzler
No one is speacialer, My skill is
I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew to school
I packed a tool or acted 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 of beats 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, once you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be 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 murdering
Now I'm to repent from it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another at it...
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 repent it
But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another at it...
I'm