Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle (dissin' The Source)

I got a riddle,
What's and talks big,
midget arms and creamy white filling in the middle,
That'll do anything to throw 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 was a long time ago,
When I was Joe Schmo,
Rapping in Joe basement,
I apologized for it so,
Either it or you don't,
And move on,
If I shown that I've grown you get the bone,*
Keep lickin these you industry mutts,
Keep around sniffing each other's butts,
Or I say asses,
What would be the more politically correct to use for the masses,
The I ask is how can I explain this,
How can I swing in English language,
If I to slang and turned man to mane,
Do I do it in or simply to entertain,
Am I real or am I being fake,
Am I just a or am I truly genuine,
Or am I up in this hot water,
on my daughter,
I told you That I this culture,
Don't let 'em ya,
I'ma tell you once again
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 just another one of my subliminal of racism,*
Your is numb, you're stunned,
Your look is like that of a man of 70 some years old,*
And it gets colder,
is why I understand,
You can't be mad at a 44 old fan with a chip on his shoulder,
Who only owns a of a magazine,
And the only way to have it is to put me on the front of it again,
Only that makes him grin is to see me frown,*
Papa can't me,
Papa needs to his medication and sit the fuck down,
In his new that goes round and round,
That he bought from the money in his account,
I get him every issue when the thing comes out,
Sit back and let his puffy hair come out,
And let his black arm wrestle his white side,
Yell loud enough that he might slide,
He might find someone dumb who might ride,*
But ain't nobody over here buying two guys,
as pro-black,
There is no slack for a Harvard college in a fitted hat,
And a hunchback standin by the clearance rack,
In some old and some RSO throwbacks, yeah*
in the place to bc,
And it takes what I got to rock the mike,
Still not gonna these punks,
cock-suckin, pussy-lips, hated, dicks, cunts.*