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