Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't make me hatred in
your coordinates my lingual matrix
and shake microphone into a dominatrix
whipping you
we all tonguing anus
Needless to say,
So take a breath and think gracious
Before I all your faces
Leavin' that ass tasteless
Still, you boast cheese
Lost in the rap
first places
Champ, you can't even tie them laces
Rookie, get to basics
Take ten paces
Bow head and get wasted
As the mere echo of my
replaces what used to be your mazes
Then again, the proceeding raises
Much room for the
labyrinth was a cubical with an open door
in terms of metaphor
Of course, you poor meteor
Off course, intended to plummet
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 away such pain
My bad, was that jugular vain?
funny, awww, blood stain
You're quite tame eyes have that pretty 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 rhyme

Come on and lets get to the logistics
As I lay law the iller district
Leavin' the cock
beings exotically twisted
Like Mayan
Cryptic mic is depicted
as I get right statistic
Humbling the
Emcees can't get down
about I get lifted
Then why ain't you
I guess all that masturbation
got you grippin' the mic awaitin'
Some form of sonic ejaculation
exhibitionist
I you over impotence
And insignificance
Reminisce in (?)
peace (?)
coffin saw (?)
Other ceremony master
You shoulda a pastor
You can live a lie
and only greet truth you die
but just high
Well I am surrounded by and snakes
In a
Still, jokers like you wanna battle the guy
Can't you see soul in my eye
For in that eye your prom material
Lost in of a miracle
But rap cope with bacterial infections such as thou
where you point that scab
Were you born the child?
See, I was born restless
Already able to kinetically this
silhouette into your with
focus conception
Burnin' flesh my tempered inflection
certified for stage
Cross section, splittin' all around me, wide
Leavin' monoxide in the air, smokin'
Put it this way, if it breathes its chokin;'
On the words I set in
Sky and thunderclaps
THE ONE HAS
I battle at The Vatican,
Parthenon, or Hoboken(?)
Still, slogan is
"Nah man, I'm not about that 'Thought "
Yes its true, just broken-backed
harder than
But this man slaughter the
since the infinite deem this dark apostle
Among the and dreamless masses of demons
so pray he come semen and
get lost in my womb
Extracting whom you be through those
As you to the will of my faction
Thanks, been fun practicin'
I'm taxin'