Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I gave birth to half styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy 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,
I'll these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide viagra,
If was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin,
I'm taking out the insolent in an when
They the rhyme; I'll battle if you wanna tussle,
A single line can that fatty matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my circulate like rumours,
Your living proof god has a sense of humour,
I'm butter made from the that came from the crop,
I'll move the to Mohammed scream my name from the top,
And proclaim I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These clubs are of more toys than spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I'm on I might lose my breath,
Cos I got so heart that there's no room in my chest,
Left for lungs, yes the yet
To come, my rhymes like a hand around neck,
Constricting breathing like snakebites and beestings,
I'm all up in these faces like G-Strings,
I the world for opposition but I fear the
competition I found was in a mirror.

Verse Two -
Pressure steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one critic asks me what I do, I'll slap them mate,
And them I'm a rapper as I strap her up in gaffer tape,
make me wanna flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and up with their hand on their dick,
Honest, if ride the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable like a bridge, so don't cross me,
I'm explosive; you're a child playing with matches,
I break you give hairline fractures,
actors keep it real? You're really wak it's fact,
You one-liners while I spit the finest chapters,
it's time to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls should have done son, cos no-one to be like,
That anymore, cos nowadays 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,
them swallow their tongues like epileptics,
Then I'll respect it, I come as if my lube was antiseptic,
So me, you still couldn't rhyme fresh,
I'm on a higher level of divineness, so me your highness,
There's only things that are certain in life,
Death, and Hilltop Hood working the mic.