Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't make me hatred in
your coordinates my lingual matrix
and shake this into a dominatrix
you shameless
Emcees we all tonguing
Needless to say,
So take a deep and think gracious
Before I scar all faces
Leavin' that flavored ass
Still, you about cheese
in the rap races
Fabricatin' places
Champ, you even tie them shoe laces
Rookie, get back to
Take ten nostalgic
Bow head and get wasted
As the echo of my phrases
replaces what to be your mental mazes
Then again, the proceeding statement
Much for the basis
Your was a cubical with an open door
in terms of metaphor
Of course, you poor meteor
Off course, to plummet evermore
throughout the except your path
brought you dangerously
to the burnin' master pro they call
Representin' the shorts of my conception,
Ahhh, squire, to ignorance we toast
And away such pain
My bad, was that your jugular
funny, awww, blood stain
You're quite tame eyes have lost that pretty
Pretty shame and
my palms sweat and voice slightly horse
But all in sport, or was it the mind
That there was the to a battle rhyme

on and lets get down to the logistics
As I lay law from the district
the cock strong
Dickless beings twisted
Mayan tapestry
Cryptic mic mastery is
as I get down right
the gifted
Emcees can't even get
about I get lifted
Then why you elevatin'
I guess all that [has]
got you grippin' the mic tight
Some form of sterile ejaculation
exhibitionist
I pity you impotence
And relative
Reminisce in (?)
peace (?)
coffin saw (?)
Other ceremony master
You shoulda been a
You can live a lie
and greet truth when you die
but just high
Well I am surrounded by chickens and
In a
Still, like you wanna battle the white guy
you see soul burnin' in my eye
For in that eye your prom sacrifice
Lost in of a miracle
But rap must cope with infections such as thou
where you point that scab
Were you born the child?
See, I was born restless
able to kinetically impress this
silhouette into your with
spontaneous focus
flesh with my tempered inflection
Properly for stage
Cross section, splittin' all me, wide open
carbon monoxide in the air, smokin'
Put it this way, if it breathes its chokin;'
On the I set in motion
Sky splits and
THE ONE HAS
I gods at The Vatican,
Parthenon, or Hoboken(?)
Still, your is
"Nah man, I'm not that 'Thought Provokin' "
Yes its true, just broken-backed
harder than
But man slaughter the fiendish
since the infinite deem this dark apostle
Among the and dreamless masses of demons
so he come like semen and
get in my abstract womb
Extracting you be through those actions
As you to the will of my faction
Thanks, it's been fun
I'm taxin'