Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't make me affix in
coordinates into my lingual matrix
and shake this into a dominatrix
you shameless
Emcees we all anus
to say, brainless
So take a deep breath and think
I scar all your faces
Leavin' that ass tasteless
Still, you about cheese
in the rap races
Fabricatin' first
Champ, you can't even tie shoe laces
Rookie, get to basics
ten nostalgic paces
Bow head and get wasted
As the mere echo of my
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 of this metaphor
Of course, you poor fallen
Off course, to plummet evermore
throughout the cosmos except your
brought you dangerously
to the burnin' master pro call Dose
the shorts of my conception, coast
Ahhh, squire, to your ignorance we
And drink away such
My bad, was that jugular vain?
It's funny, awww, blood
You're quite tame eyes have that pretty flame
shame and remorse
Make my palms sweat and voice slightly
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
the cock strong
Dickless beings exotically
Mayan tapestry
Cryptic mic is depicted
as I get down statistic
the gifted
Emcees can't even get
Talkin' about I get
why ain't you elevatin'
I guess all that masturbation
got you grippin' the mic awaitin'
Some form of sonic ejaculation
Pitiful
I you over impotence
And insignificance
in other (?)
peace (?)
coffin saw (?)
Other ceremony master
You shoulda a pastor
You can still a lie
and only greet truth you die
but you're just
Well I am by chickens and snakes
In a
Still, jokers like you wanna battle the guy
you see soul burnin' in my eye
For in that eye your prom sacrifice
Lost in of a miracle
But rap must with bacterial infections such as thou
where you point that scab
Were you born the ugly
See, I was born restless
Already to kinetically impress this
into your breast with
spontaneous conception
Burnin' flesh with my tempered
Properly certified for
Cross section, splittin' all me, wide open
Leavin' carbon in the air, smokin'
Put it this way, if it breathes its fuckin'
On the I set in motion
Sky splits and
THE ONE HAS
I battle at The Vatican,
Parthenon, or Hoboken(?)
Still, slogan is
"Nah man, I'm not about 'Thought Provokin' "
Yes its true, you're broken-backed
harder English
But this man slaughter the
since the infinite deem this dark seamless
Among the tattered and dreamless masses of
so pray he like semen and
get lost in my abstract
whom you be through those actions
As you fall to the will of my
Thanks, it's fun practicin'
I'm taxin'