Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't me affix hatred in
coordinates into my lingual matrix
and shake this into a dominatrix
whipping you
we all tonguing anus
Needless to say,
So take a deep breath and think
Before I scar all faces
Leavin' that ass tasteless
Still, you boast cheese
in the rap races
Fabricatin' places
Champ, you can't even tie them laces
Rookie, get back to
Take ten paces
Bow your and get wasted
As the echo of my phrases
replaces what used to be your mental
Then again, the proceeding statement
room for the basis
Your labyrinth was a cubical an open door
in terms of metaphor
Of course, you fallen meteor
Off course, intended to plummet
throughout the except your path
brought you close
to the burnin' master pro they Dose
the shorts of my conception, coast
Ahhh, squire, to ignorance we toast
And drink away such
My bad, was that your jugular
funny, awww, blood stain
You're tame eyes have lost that pretty flame
Pretty and remorse
Make my palms sweat and voice slightly
But all in sport, or was it the mind
there was the introduction to a battle rhyme

Come on and lets get down to the
As I lay law from the district
Leavin' the cock
Dickless beings exotically
Like tapestry
Cryptic mic is depicted
as I get down right
the gifted
Emcees even get down
Talkin' I get lifted
Then why ain't you
I guess all masturbation [has]
got you grippin' the mic tight
Some of sterile sonic ejaculation
exhibitionist
I pity you over
And relative
Reminisce in (?)
officer (?)
deceased saw (?)
Other ceremony your
You shoulda a pastor
You can still a lie
and only greet 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 soul in my eye
For in eye your prom sacrifice material
in hope of a miracle
But rap must cope with infections such as thou
where you point that scab
Were you the ugly child?
See, I was born restless
able to kinetically impress this
silhouette into your breast
spontaneous focus
Burnin' flesh my tempered inflection
certified for stage
Cross section, splittin' all me, wide open
Leavin' carbon in the air, smokin'
Put it this way, if it breathes its fuckin'
On the words I set in
Sky and thunderclaps
THE ONE HAS
I gods at The Vatican,
Parthenon, or Hoboken(?)
Still, slogan is
"Nah man, I'm not about that 'Thought "
Yes its true, you're just
harder than
But this man the fiendish
since the infinite deem dark apostle seamless
Among the and dreamless masses of demons
so pray he come like and
get lost in my womb
whom you be through those actions
As you to the will of my faction
Thanks, been fun practicin'
I'm done