Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, make me affix hatred in
your into my lingual matrix
and this microphone into a dominatrix
you shameless
Emcees we all anus
Needless to say,
So a deep breath and think gracious
Before I scar all your
Leavin' that ass tasteless
Still, you boast about
in the rap races
Fabricatin' places
Champ, you even tie them shoe laces
Rookie, get back to
Take ten nostalgic
Bow head and get wasted
As the mere echo of my
replaces what to be your mental mazes
Then again, the proceeding statement
Much room for the
labyrinth was a cubical with an open door
in of this metaphor
Of course, you poor fallen
Off course, intended to plummet
throughout the except your path
brought you close
to the burnin' master pro they call
Representin' the shorts of my conception,
Ahhh, squire, to your ignorance we
And drink away such
My bad, was that jugular vain?
It's funny, awww, stain
You're quite tame have lost that pretty flame
Pretty and remorse
Make my palms sweat and voice slightly
But all in sport, or was it the mind
That there was the to a battle rhyme

on and lets get down to the logistics
As I lay law from the district
Leavin' the strong
Dickless beings exotically
Mayan tapestry
Cryptic mic mastery is
as I get down right
Humbling the
Emcees can't even get
Talkin' about I get
Then why ain't you
I all that masturbation [has]
got you grippin' the mic awaitin'
form of sterile sonic ejaculation
Pitiful
I pity you impotence
And relative
in other (?)
peace (?)
coffin saw (?)
Other ceremony your
You shoulda been a
You can still a lie
and only greet truth you die
but just high
Well I am by chickens and snakes
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 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 impress
silhouette into your breast
spontaneous conception
Burnin' flesh with my tempered
Properly certified for
Cross section, all around me, wide open
carbon monoxide in the air, smokin'
Put it way, if it breathes its fuckin' chokin;'
On the I set in motion
Sky and thunderclaps
THE ONE HAS
I gods at The Vatican,
Parthenon, or Hoboken(?)
Still, slogan is
"Nah man, I'm not about 'Thought Provokin' "
Yes its true, you're broken-backed
than English
But this man slaughter the
the infinite deem this dark apostle seamless
Among the tattered and dreamless masses of
so pray he come semen and
get lost in my abstract
whom you be through those actions
As you to the will of my faction
Thanks, it's fun practicin'
I'm done