Luyện nghe bài hát Laying Blame

Verse One -
I gave to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy Jean suing Michael for child support,
Rhyme is thought, is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,
Cos I XL the tag on my shirt,
I'll have rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl and hide your viagra,
If was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin,
I'm taking out the insolent in an instant
They bring the rhyme; I'll battle if you tussle,
A single line can turn fatty matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my circulate like rumours,
Your living that god has a sense 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 proclaim what I got, boy, so me headroom,
These clubs are full of more toys spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I'm on stage I lose my breath,
Cos I got so much heart that no room in my chest,
for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my like a hand around your neck,
Constricting your breathing like and beestings,
I'm all up in these faces like G-Strings,
I searched the world for but I fear the
Only competition I was in a mirror.

Two - Pressure
When Pressure steps to the batters plate you salivate, to captivate,
I have to break new barriers when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more critic asks me what I do, slap them mate,
And tell them I'm a rapper as I strap her up in tape,
make me wanna 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 bridge, so don't cross me,
I'm highly explosive; you're a playing with matches,
I break rappers you hairline fractures,
These actors keep it real? You're wak it's fact,
You spit one-liners while I spit the chapters,
Perhaps time to retire the mic,
the Bulls should have done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
That anymore, cos nowadays you're taken on a tour,
Of coke, guns and gold when actually poor,
flawed, yet entertaining,
I guess it how far willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them their tongues like epileptics,
Then I'll it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So me, you still couldn't rhyme fresh,
I'm on a higher of divineness, so call me your highness,
only three things that are certain in life,
Death, taxes and Hilltop working the mic.