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 nigga rap circles the map
Rap 'round these rap cats
You are now in to the facts
The innovations in a of lax
My click clack tongie tracks
Like spreads gonorrhea
Brown beats the blacks on her peeper
Give me freedom of speech to either
That'll these 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, thinkin the fans
Reks defeats his stretch like Kim's features
Or cheek, for the rappers that are weak
All these over beats, scary as jeepers creepers
Jesus piece 'cause you look hard
But shook his knees Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas
Nigga this, that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth, Reks in the booth
Freedom is met and hourly for you
Bewary when R. in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren, peein' on the
Nigga this, that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts, the black Aristotle
With bottles of beer in the
I follow the cheers of the stairs to the
Had it up to here the ways
Where cool kids turn to men in
These fuckin' hipsters spits are
And tight pants for girls or
Mama, I chew when your son spit
Y'all slaves tryin' to be free like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades, in semen from Aids
Cover razor in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, but your, writin fugaze
My mic shall a blaze
Simon say, shoot in the face
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga this that, check, yo!
this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles these rap cats
Someone tell these to rap
Over statik seleck beats, I'm too to be dumb to fact
I from the tracks where they slumber and slackin'
Reks suggest you your motherfuckin' trap
you don't rap you advertisin'
Clothin' lines and since when is dope rhymin'
You no homo, but that's so homo
a no, no, please swallow the fo' fo'
Someone tell Kanye West to keep his on
And if E.T.ish than tell him phone home
this, nigga that
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
they slave mind state fact
Their crime rates police policin' Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang where you chase dreams
It's where you get chased by and the high beams
My dreams to awake and find
Dressed in three piece suits, addicts livin' life clean
But I mean, this ain't 'gon happen, be happy it
We free dumb, um, I
Not to disrespect who chase black cream
But black cream bloody from the 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 man? Am I a