Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't me affix hatred in
your into my lingual matrix
and shake microphone into a dominatrix
you shameless
Emcees we all anus
Needless to say,
So take a deep and think gracious
Before I scar all faces
Leavin' flavored ass tasteless
Still, you boast about
in the rap races
Fabricatin' places
Champ, you can't tie them shoe laces
Rookie, get to basics
ten nostalgic paces
Bow your head and get
As the mere of my phrases
replaces used to be your mental mazes
Then again, the statement raises
room for the basis
Your labyrinth was a with an open door
in terms of this
Of course, you poor fallen
Off course, intended to plummet
throughout the cosmos except your
you dangerously close
to the master pro they call Dose
the shorts of my conception, coast
Ahhh, squire, to your ignorance we
And drink away such
My bad, was that your vain?
It's funny, awww, blood
You're quite tame eyes have lost that pretty
Pretty shame and
Make my sweat and voice slightly horse
But it's all in sport, or was it the
That was the introduction to a battle rhyme

Come on and lets get down to the
As I lay law from the iller
Leavin' the cock
Dickless exotically twisted
Mayan tapestry
Cryptic mic mastery is
as I get right statistic
the gifted
Emcees can't get down
about I get lifted
Then why ain't you
I guess all masturbation [has]
got you grippin' the mic tight
form of sterile sonic ejaculation
Pitiful
I you over impotence
And relative
in other (?)
peace (?)
coffin saw (?)
Other your master
You been a pastor
You can live a lie
and only greet when you die
but you're just
Well I am by chickens and snakes
In a
Still, jokers you wanna battle the white guy
Can't you see burnin' in my eye
For in that eye prom sacrifice material
in hope of a miracle
But rap must with bacterial infections such as thou
Watch where you point that
you born the ugly child?
See, I was phonetically restless
Already able to kinetically impress
silhouette your breast with
spontaneous focus
Burnin' flesh with my inflection
Properly for stage
Cross section, splittin' all around me, wide
Leavin' carbon in the air, smokin'
Put it this way, if it breathes its fuckin'
On the I set in motion
Sky and thunderclaps
THE ONE HAS
I battle at The Vatican,
Parthenon, or Hoboken(?)
Still, slogan is
"Nah man, I'm not that 'Thought Provokin' "
Yes its true, you're just
harder English
But man slaughter the fiendish
the infinite deem this dark apostle seamless
Among the tattered and dreamless of demons
so pray he come like and
get in my abstract womb
whom you be through those actions
As you fall to the will of my
Thanks, it's fun practicin'
I'm taxin'