Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, make me affix hatred in
your coordinates into my matrix
and shake microphone into a dominatrix
whipping you
Emcees we all tonguing
to say, brainless
So take a deep breath and think
I scar all your faces
Leavin' that flavored ass
Still, you boast about
Lost in the rap
Fabricatin' first
Champ, you can't even tie shoe laces
Rookie, get back to
Take ten paces
Bow head and get wasted
As the mere echo of my
replaces used to be your mental mazes
Then again, the proceeding raises
Much room for the
Your was a cubical with an open door
in of this metaphor
Of course, you poor meteor
Off course, intended to plummet
throughout the cosmos except path
you dangerously close
to the burnin' master pro they Dose
the shorts of my conception, coast
Ahhh, squire, to ignorance we toast
And away such pain
My bad, was that your jugular
It's funny, awww, stain
quite tame eyes have lost that pretty flame
Pretty and remorse
Make my palms sweat and slightly horse
But all in sport, or was it the mind
That there was the introduction to a battle

Come on and lets get to the logistics
As I lay law from the iller
Leavin' the strong
beings exotically twisted
Like tapestry
Cryptic mic mastery is
as I get down statistic
Humbling the
can't even get down
Talkin' I get lifted
Then why you elevatin'
I guess all masturbation [has]
got you grippin' the mic tight
Some form of sonic ejaculation
exhibitionist
I you over impotence
And insignificance
in other (?)
peace (?)
deceased saw (?)
Other ceremony master
You shoulda a pastor
You can live a lie
and greet truth when you die
but you're high
I am surrounded 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 cope with bacterial infections such as
Watch where you that scab
Were you the ugly child?
See, I was born phonetically
Already able to kinetically impress
silhouette your breast with
focus conception
Burnin' flesh with my tempered
Properly for stage
Cross section, all around me, wide open
Leavin' carbon monoxide in the air,
Put it this way, if it its fuckin' chokin;'
On the words I set in
Sky and thunderclaps
THE ONE HAS
I gods at The Vatican,
Parthenon, or Hoboken(?)
Still, your is
"Nah man, I'm not about 'Thought Provokin' "
Yes its true, just broken-backed
than English
But this man slaughter the
since the infinite deem dark apostle seamless
Among the tattered and dreamless masses of
so pray he like semen and
get in my abstract womb
Extracting whom you be through those
As you fall to the will of my
Thanks, it's fun practicin'
I'm taxin'