Luyện nghe bài hát Self Explanatory

Hush child, don't make me affix in
your coordinates into my lingual
and shake this microphone into a
whipping you
Emcees we all tonguing
Needless to say,
So take a deep breath and think
Before I scar all your
Leavin' that ass tasteless
Still, you boast cheese
Lost in the rap
Fabricatin' places
Champ, you can't even tie them shoe
Rookie, get back to
Take ten paces
Bow your head and get
As the mere echo of my
replaces what used to be your mazes
again, the proceeding statement raises
Much for the basis
Your labyrinth was a cubical an open door
in terms of this
Of course, you poor fallen
Off course, intended to plummet
the cosmos except your path
brought you close
to the burnin' pro they call Dose
Representin' the of my conception, coast
Ahhh, squire, to your ignorance we
And drink away pain
My bad, was that jugular vain?
It's funny, awww, stain
You're quite tame eyes have that pretty flame
Pretty shame and
my palms 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
Dickless beings twisted
Like tapestry
Cryptic mic is depicted
as I get right statistic
the gifted
Emcees even get down
Talkin' about I get
Then why ain't you
I guess all that [has]
got you grippin' the mic awaitin'
form of sterile sonic ejaculation
Pitiful
I pity you over
And insignificance
in other (?)
peace (?)
coffin saw (?)
Other your master
You shoulda been a
You can still a lie
and greet truth when you die
but you're just
I am surrounded by chickens and snakes
In a
Still, like you wanna battle the white guy
Can't you see soul in my eye
For in that eye your sacrifice material
in hope of a miracle
But rap must cope with bacterial such as thou
Watch where you point scab
Were you born the ugly
See, I was born phonetically
Already able to impress this
silhouette into your with
focus conception
Burnin' with my tempered inflection
Properly for stage
Cross section, all around me, wide open
Leavin' carbon monoxide in the air,
Put it this way, if it its fuckin' chokin;'
On the words I set in
Sky and thunderclaps
THE ONE HAS
I battle 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 than
But this man slaughter the
since the infinite deem this dark apostle
Among the and dreamless masses of demons
so pray he like semen and
get lost in my abstract
Extracting whom you be through those
As you fall to the of my faction
Thanks, it's been fun
I'm taxin'