Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

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

Verse Two -
Pressure steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I have to break new barriers like a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more critic me what I do, I'll slap them mate,
And tell them I'm a rapper as I strap her up in tape,
Loudmouths make me flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with hand on their dick,
Honest, if they ride the I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable like a cradle bridge, so cross me,
I'm highly explosive; a child playing with matches,
I break you give hairline fractures,
These actors keep it real? You're really wak fact,
You spit one-liners while I spit the chapters,
Perhaps it's to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls should done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
anymore, cos nowadays you're taken on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, guns and gold they're actually poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I guess it how far we're willing to go to a craving,
Make them swallow their tongues epileptics,
Then I'll respect it, I come as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you still couldn't fresh,
I'm on a level of divineness, so call me your highness,
There's only three things are certain in life,
Death, taxes and Hilltop working the mic.