Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle (dissin' The Source)

I got a riddle,
What's and talks big,
With midget arms and white filling in the middle,
do anything to throw dirt on my name,
If it means the whole Mediterranean,
Is it an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian,
No, his name's and oh,
Oh sorry, yo, so sorry,
But that was a long ago,
When I was Joe Schmo,
in Joe Blow's basement,
I apologized for it so,
accept it or you don't,
And let's on,
If I shown that I've grown you get the bone,*
Keep lickin these you industry mutts,
Keep walking around each other's butts,
Or I say asses,
What would be the more correct term to use for the masses,
The I ask is how can I explain this,
How can I this in English language,
If I switched to slang and man to mane,
Do I do it in vain or to entertain,
Am I being or am I being fake,
Am I a fraud or am I truly genuine,
Or am I up in this hot water,
on my daughter,
I told you That I this culture,
let 'em insult ya,
I'ma tell you once more
This is the I was brought up in,
But now and then,
I use my pen to get rid of frustration,
Or I say "shun",
Is it another one of my subliminal ways of racism,*
Your face is numb, stunned,
Your look is cold like that of a man of 70 some old,*
And it only colder,
is why I understand,
You be mad at a 44 year old fan with a chip on his shoulder,
Who only a half of a magazine,
And the only way to have it seen is to put me on the of it again,
thing that makes him grin is to see me frown,*
Papa stand me,
Papa needs to take his medication and sit the down,
In his new chair that goes and round,
That he bought the money in his bank account,
That I get him every issue when the thing out,
Sit back and let his puffy clown hair out,
And let his black side arm his white side,
apartheid loud enough that he might slide,
He might someone dumb enough who might ride,*
But ain't nobody over here two white guys,
as pro-black,
There is no slack for a Harvard grat in a fitted hat,
And a hunchback standin by the clearance rack,
In some old slacks and some RSO throwbacks,
in the place to bc,
And it what I got to rock the mike, right*
Still not cater these punks,
cock-suckin, pussy-lips, hated, dicks, cunts.*