Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I gave to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy Jean suing 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 your girl aphrodisiacs and hide viagra,
If pain was diabetes, would be my insulin,
I'm taking out the in an instant when
They bring the I'll battle if you wanna tussle,
A single line can turn fatty matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my rhymes circulate rumours,
living proof that god has a sense of humour,
I'm butter from the cream 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 stage I might 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 breathing like and beestings,
I'm all up in these faces like G-Strings,
I searched the world for opposition but I the
Only competition I was in a mirror.

Two - Pressure
When steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more asks me what I do, I'll slap them mate,
And tell them I'm a as I strap her up in gaffer tape,
Loudmouths me wanna flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up their hand on their dick,
Honest, if ride the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable like a cradle bridge, so cross me,
I'm highly you're a child playing with matches,
I break rappers you hairline fractures,
These actors keep it real? You're really wak fact,
You spit one-liners while I the finest chapters,
Perhaps it's time to the mic,
Like the Bulls have done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
That anymore, cos you're taken on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, and gold when they're actually poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I it how far we're willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make swallow their tongues like epileptics,
Then respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you 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, taxes and Hood working the mic.