Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle (dissin' The Source)

I got a riddle,
What's little and big,
With midget arms and creamy filling in the middle,
That'll do anything to dirt on my name,
If it walking the whole Mediterranean,
Is it an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian,
No, his Raymond and oh,
Oh sorry, yo, so sorry,
But that was a long ago,
I was just Joe Schmo,
Rapping in Joe basement,
I apologized for it so,
Either it or you don't,
And let's on,
If I ain't shown I've grown you get the bone,*
lickin these nuts you industry mutts,
Keep walking around sniffing each butts,
Or I say asses,
would be the more politically correct term to use for the masses,
The question I ask is how can I this,
How can I swing in English language,
If I switched to and turned man to mane,
Do I do it in or simply to entertain,
Am I real or am I being fake,
Am I a fraud or am I truly genuine,
Or am I caught up in hot water,
on my daughter,
I told you That I love culture,
let 'em insult ya,
I'ma tell you once again
is the environment 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 one of my subliminal ways of racism,*
face is numb, you're stunned,
Your look is like that of a man of 70 some years 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 owns a half of a magazine,
And the only way to have it seen is to put me on the of it again,
Only thing 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 chair that goes and round,
That he from the money in his bank account,
That I get him every issue when the thing out,
Sit back and let his clown hair come out,
And let his black arm wrestle his white side,
Yell apartheid loud enough that he slide,
He might someone dumb enough who might ride,*
But nobody over here buying two white guys,
as pro-black,
There is no slack for a Harvard grat in a fitted hat,
And a standin by the clearance coat rack,
In some old and some RSO throwbacks, yeah*
in the place to bc,
And it takes what I got to the mike, right*
Still not gonna cater punks,
cock-suckin, pussy-lips, hated, dicks, cunts.*