Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't me affix hatred in
your coordinates into my matrix
and shake this into a dominatrix
you shameless
Emcees we all tonguing
to say, brainless
So take a deep and think gracious
I scar all your faces
Leavin' that flavored ass
Still, you boast cheese
in the rap races
Fabricatin' places
Champ, you can't even tie them shoe
Rookie, get back to
Take ten paces
Bow your and get wasted
As the echo of my phrases
replaces what to be your mental mazes
Then again, the proceeding statement
room for the basis
Your was a cubical with an open door
in of this metaphor
Of course, you poor meteor
Off course, intended to evermore
the cosmos except your path
brought you dangerously
to the burnin' master pro call Dose
the shorts of my conception, coast
Ahhh, squire, to your ignorance we
And away such pain
My bad, was that your jugular
funny, awww, blood stain
You're quite tame eyes have lost that flame
Pretty and remorse
Make my sweat and voice slightly horse
But all in sport, or was it the mind
That was the introduction to a battle rhyme

Come on and get down to the logistics
As I lay law from the district
Leavin' the cock
Dickless beings twisted
Mayan tapestry
Cryptic mic mastery is
as I get down statistic
Humbling the
Emcees can't get down
Talkin' I get lifted
why ain't you elevatin'
I all that masturbation [has]
got you grippin' the mic tight
Some form of sterile ejaculation
Pitiful
I you over impotence
And relative
Reminisce in (?)
officer (?)
deceased saw (?)
Other ceremony master
You shoulda a pastor
You can live a lie
and only greet when you die
but just high
Well I am surrounded by chickens and
In a
Still, jokers you wanna battle the white guy
Can't you see soul in my eye
For in eye your prom sacrifice material
Lost in hope of a
But rap must cope with bacterial infections as thou
Watch you point that scab
Were you the ugly child?
See, I was born restless
able to kinetically impress this
silhouette into breast with
spontaneous conception
Burnin' flesh with my tempered
Properly certified for
Cross section, splittin' all me, wide open
carbon monoxide in the air, smokin'
Put it this way, if it breathes its fuckin'
On the words I set in
Sky splits and
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 broken-backed
harder than
But man slaughter the fiendish
since the infinite deem this dark seamless
Among the and dreamless masses of demons
so pray he come like and
get lost in my abstract
Extracting whom you be through those
As you fall to the of my faction
Thanks, it's been fun
I'm taxin'