Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me support,
Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support,
Rhyme is thought, is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,
Cos I XL the tag on my shirt,
have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagra,
If pain was diabetes, would be my insulin,
I'm taking out the insolent in an when
They bring the rhyme; battle if you wanna tussle,
A single line can turn that fatty into muscle,
You stagnate, while my rhymes like rumours,
Your living that god has a sense of humour,
I'm made from the cream that came from the crop,
I'll move the mountain to Mohammed my name from the top,
And what I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These are full of more toys than spoilt kids bedrooms,
I'm on stage I might lose my breath,
Cos I got so much heart that no room in my chest,
for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a hand your neck,
Constricting your like snakebites and beestings,
I'm all up in these arseholes like G-Strings,
I searched the for opposition but I fear the
competition I found was in a mirror.

Verse Two -
When Pressure to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I have to new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more critic asks me what I do, I'll them mate,
And tell them I'm a as I strap her up in gaffer tape,
Loudmouths me wanna flip,
MCs only dream got a grip, and wake up with their hand on their dick,
Honest, if ride the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable a cradle bridge, so don't cross me,
I'm highly explosive; you're a child playing matches,
I rappers you give hairline fractures,
These actors it real? You're really wak it's fact,
You spit one-liners while I the finest chapters,
it's time to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls should have done son, cos wants to be like,
anymore, cos nowadays you're taken on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, guns and when they're actually poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I guess it how far willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them swallow their like epileptics,
Then I'll it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you still couldn't fresh,
I'm on a higher level of divineness, so call me highness,
There's only three things that are in life,
Death, taxes and Hood working the mic.