Luyện nghe bài hát Infinite

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

1:
Ayo my pen and paper cause a reaction
To get your brain relaxin they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack
You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks
My rhyming skills got you climbing
I travel through your mind until you spine like drills
I'm sliming grills of roaches, with on disinfectants
some ex rappers till their spinal column disconnects
We disinfect then check the monologue, your system up
Twist up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke
This is the season for pollution contamination
Examination of cartoons than animation
My of narration
a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
When I declare invasion, there ain't no to be stare and gazing
I turn the into a barren wasteland...
I'm

You heard of hell well I was sent 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

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 greet intensive ladies, I loyal fans
I foil and leave fluids leaking like oil pans
My coiled hands around this 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
around and catch all of the venereal diseases
My thesis smash a stereo to pieces
My accapella releases plastic masterpieces telekinesis
And you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

You heard of hell well I was from it
I to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments
Now I'm to repent 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 to do some shit that represents the M-O
So I'm all responsibility
Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to MC's
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 fool I send a crew back to school
I never packed a 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 lover of 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, cause you make an instant hit
I'm tense to be tempted 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 the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm
You heard of well I was sent from it
I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments
Now I'm to repent from it
But when I the beat I'm tempted to make another attempt at it...
I'm