Luyện nghe bài hát This Or That

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
(Am I a man?)
Yo
(Am I a fool?)
Am I a fool,
Yo, nigga this, that
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in to the facts
The innovations in a of lax
My click tongie attack tracks
Like spreads gonorrhea
Brown beats the blacks on her peeper
Give me freedom of speech to speak
send these MC's to meet Aaliyah
Free my flow, fever my seeker
Little more T-Pain and Wayne in my speaker
My in bleechers, thinkin with the fans
Reks defeats his stretch Lil' Kim's features
Or Superhead's cheek, for the rappers that are
All these rappers over beats, scary as creepers
Jesus piece took 'cause you hard
But shook his knees like Yung Berg or Bow Wow
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth, when Reks in the
Freedom is met and necessary for you
Bewary R. Kelly in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren, peein' on the
this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts, the black Aristotle
With of beer in the backpack
I follow the cheers of the stairs to the
Had it up to with the ways
Where cool kids turn to men in
These fuckin' hipsters spits are
And tight for girls or gays
Mama, I chew your son spit rage
Y'all slaves tryin' to be free like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
you gargle grenades, covered in semen from Aids
Cover blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, writin
My mic ignite a blaze
Simon say, shoot yourself in the
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga this that, check, yo!
Nigga this, nigga
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
Someone tell dudes to rap
Over statik seleck beats, I'm too deep to be to fact
I come from the tracks where slumber and slackin'
Reks suggest you shut motherfuckin' trap
'Cause you don't rap you
Clothin' lines and since when is that rhymin'
You screamin' no homo, but so homo
a no, no, please swallow the fo' fo'
Someone Kanye West to keep his clothes on
And if Wayne E.T.ish than tell him phone
Nigga this, that
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
With they slave state fact
Their crime rates increasin' police policin' and 50's
Inner city gang where you American dreams
It's where you get by badge and the high beams
My dreams to awake and fiends
Dressed in three piece suits, addicts they life clean
But I mean, ain't 'gon happen, be happy it seems
We dumb, um, I mean
Not to disrespect teens who chase cream
But black bloody from the backs of black teens
Like till we get it we sing, we sing, we sing
Am I a man? Am I a fool?
Am I a good Am I a fool?