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 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in to the facts
The in a state of lax
My clack tongie attack tracks
Rihanna spreads gonorrhea
Chris Brown beats the on her peeper
Give me freedom of speech to either
That'll send MC's to meet Aaliyah
Free my flow, fever my seeker
Little more they T-Pain and Wayne in my
My brain's in bleechers, thinkin with the
Reks defeats his stretch like Kim's features
Or Superhead's cheek, for the rappers are weak
All rappers over beats, scary as jeepers creepers
Jesus piece took 'cause you look
But his knees like Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas
this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth, when Reks in the
is met and necessary hourly for you
Bewary R. Kelly in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren, on the chil'ren
this, nigga that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
You are now in to the facts, Reks the black Aristotle
bottles of beer in the backpack
I follow the cheers of the to the stage
Had it up to with the ways
Where cool turn to men in days
fuckin' hipsters spits are fakes
And tight for girls or gays
Mama, I chew when son spit rage
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades, covered in semen from
Cover blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, fugaze
My mic ignite a blaze
Simon say, yourself in the face
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga nigga 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 where they and slackin'
suggest you shut your motherfuckin' trap
'Cause you don't rap you
Clothin' lines and when is that dope rhymin'
You screamin' no homo, but that's so
Such a no, no, swallow the fo' fo'
Someone tell Kanye West to keep his on
And if Wayne E.T.ish tell him phone home
this, nigga that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
they slave mind state fact
Their crime rates increasin' policin' Diddy's and 50's
city gang where you chase American dreams
It's where you get chased by and the high beams
My dreams to and find fiends
Dressed in three suits, addicts livin' 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 cream bloody from the of black teens
Like Emmitt 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