Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't make me hatred in
your into my lingual matrix
and shake this into a dominatrix
you shameless
Emcees we all anus
to say, brainless
So a deep breath and think gracious
Before I scar all faces
that flavored ass tasteless
Still, you boast about
Lost in the rap
first places
Champ, you can't tie them shoe laces
Rookie, get to basics
Take ten paces
Bow your head and get
As the mere of my phrases
replaces what used to be mental mazes
Then again, the proceeding statement
Much room for the
Your labyrinth was a cubical with an open
in terms of metaphor
Of course, you poor fallen
Off course, to plummet evermore
throughout the cosmos your path
you dangerously close
to the master pro they call Dose
the shorts of my conception, coast
Ahhh, squire, to your ignorance we
And drink such pain
My bad, was that your vain?
It's funny, awww, blood
You're quite tame eyes have lost that pretty
shame and remorse
Make my palms and voice slightly horse
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 cock
beings exotically twisted
Like tapestry
mic mastery is depicted
as I get down statistic
Humbling the
can't even get down
Talkin' about I get
Then why ain't you
I all that masturbation [has]
got you the mic tight awaitin'
form of sterile sonic ejaculation
Pitiful
I pity you impotence
And relative
in other (?)
peace (?)
coffin saw (?)
Other ceremony your
You shoulda a pastor
You can still a lie
and only truth when you die
but you're just
Well I am by chickens and snakes
In a
Still, jokers like you wanna battle the guy
Can't you see soul in my eye
For in that eye prom sacrifice material
in hope of a miracle
But rap must cope with bacterial such as thou
Watch where you point that
Were you the ugly child?
See, I was phonetically restless
Already able to kinetically impress
silhouette into breast with
focus conception
Burnin' flesh with my inflection
certified for stage
Cross section, splittin' all me, wide open
Leavin' carbon in the air, smokin'
Put it way, if it breathes its fuckin' chokin;'
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 that Provokin' "
Yes its true, you're broken-backed
harder English
But man slaughter the fiendish
since the deem this dark apostle seamless
Among the tattered and dreamless masses of
so he come like semen and
get lost in my womb
whom you be through those actions
As you to the will of my faction
Thanks, been fun practicin'
I'm done