Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't make me hatred in
your coordinates my lingual matrix
and shake this microphone into a
whipping you
Emcees we all anus
to say, brainless
So take a deep breath and gracious
Before I scar all your
Leavin' that ass tasteless
Still, you boast cheese
in the rap races
Fabricatin' places
Champ, you even tie them shoe laces
Rookie, get back to
ten nostalgic paces
Bow head and get wasted
As the mere of my phrases
replaces used to be your mental mazes
Then again, the statement raises
Much for the basis
labyrinth was a cubical with an open door
in terms of this
Of course, you poor fallen
Off course, to plummet evermore
throughout the cosmos except path
brought you dangerously
to the burnin' master pro they Dose
Representin' the of my conception, coast
Ahhh, squire, to ignorance we toast
And drink away pain
My bad, was your jugular vain?
funny, awww, blood stain
You're quite tame eyes have lost that flame
shame and remorse
Make my sweat and voice 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 the iller district
Leavin' the strong
beings exotically twisted
Like Mayan
Cryptic mic is depicted
as I get right statistic
Humbling the
Emcees even get down
Talkin' I get lifted
why ain't you elevatin'
I guess all that [has]
got you the mic tight awaitin'
form of sterile sonic ejaculation
Pitiful
I pity you over
And insignificance
Reminisce in (?)
peace (?)
coffin saw (?)
Other ceremony master
You shoulda been a
You can still a lie
and only greet when you die
but you're high
Well I am by chickens and snakes
In a
Still, jokers like you battle the white guy
Can't you see burnin' in my eye
For in that eye your prom material
Lost in of a miracle
But rap must cope with infections such as thou
Watch where you point that
Were you born the child?
See, I was born restless
Already able to kinetically this
silhouette your breast with
spontaneous conception
Burnin' with my tempered inflection
certified for stage
Cross section, all around me, wide open
Leavin' monoxide in the air, smokin'
Put it way, if it breathes its fuckin' chokin;'
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 that 'Thought Provokin' "
Yes its true, you're broken-backed
harder English
But this man slaughter the
since the infinite deem this dark apostle
Among the tattered and masses of demons
so pray he come like and
get in my abstract womb
Extracting whom you be through actions
As you fall to the will of my
Thanks, it's fun practicin'
I'm taxin'