Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't make me 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 breath and think gracious
Before I all your faces
Leavin' that ass tasteless
Still, you boast cheese
in the rap races
Fabricatin' places
Champ, you can't even tie shoe laces
Rookie, get back to
Take ten paces
Bow head and get wasted
As the echo of my phrases
replaces what used to be mental mazes
Then again, the proceeding raises
room for the basis
Your labyrinth was a cubical with an door
in terms of metaphor
Of course, you poor meteor
Off course, intended to evermore
throughout the cosmos your path
you dangerously close
to the burnin' master pro they call
the shorts of my conception, coast
Ahhh, squire, to your we toast
And drink such pain
My bad, was that your jugular
It's funny, awww, stain
You're quite tame eyes have lost that pretty
Pretty shame and
Make my palms and voice slightly horse
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 the iller district
Leavin' the strong
Dickless exotically twisted
Like tapestry
Cryptic mic is depicted
as I get right statistic
the gifted
Emcees even get down
about I get lifted
Then why you elevatin'
I guess all that masturbation
got you grippin' the mic awaitin'
Some form of sterile ejaculation
exhibitionist
I pity you over
And relative
in other (?)
peace (?)
coffin saw (?)
Other ceremony your
You been a pastor
You can live a lie
and only greet truth you die
but you're just
Well I am surrounded by chickens and
In a
Still, jokers like you wanna battle the guy
Can't you see burnin' in my eye
For in that eye prom sacrifice material
Lost in hope of a
But rap must cope with bacterial infections such as
Watch where you point that
Were you the ugly child?
See, I was phonetically restless
Already able to impress this
silhouette your breast with
spontaneous conception
Burnin' flesh with my inflection
certified for stage
Cross section, splittin' all around me, open
Leavin' carbon in the air, smokin'
Put it this way, if it breathes its chokin;'
On the words I set in
Sky splits and
THE ONE HAS
I gods at The Vatican,
Parthenon, or Hoboken(?)
Still, your is
"Nah man, I'm not about that 'Thought "
Yes its true, you're broken-backed
harder English
But this man the fiendish
since the infinite deem this 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 fall to the will of my
Thanks, it's been fun
I'm done