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 in a state of lax
My click clack tongie attack
Like Rihanna spreads
Chris Brown the blacks on her peeper
Give me freedom of to speak either
That'll send these to meet Aaliyah
Free my flow, fever my seeker
Little more they and Wayne in my speaker
My brain's in bleechers, thinkin the fans
Reks defeats his stretch like Lil' Kim's
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
Nigga this, that
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in tuned to the truth, when Reks in the
Freedom is met and necessary for you
when R. Kelly in the buildin'
He on the chil'ren, peein' on the chil'ren
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
bottles of beer in the backpack
I follow the of the stairs to the stage
Had it up to with the ways
cool kids turn to men in days
These fuckin' spits are fakes
And pants for girls or gays
Mama, I when your son spit rage
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be free like 106 chicks Jay
Make you grenades, covered in semen from Aids
Cover razor in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, fugaze
My mic shall ignite a
Simon say, shoot yourself in the
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga nigga that, check, yo!
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap 'round these rap cats
Someone tell these to rap
Over statik seleck beats, I'm too to be dumb to fact
I come from the tracks where slumber and slackin'
Reks suggest you shut your trap
'Cause you rap you advertisin'
Clothin' lines and since when is that rhymin'
You no homo, but that's 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 home
Nigga this, that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
With they slave state fact
Their rates increasin' police policin' Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang where you American dreams
It's where you get by badge and the high beams
My to awake and find fiends
Dressed in three piece suits, addicts they life clean
But I mean, this ain't 'gon happen, be happy it
We dumb, um, I mean
Not to disrespect who chase 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 Am I a fool?
Am I a good Am I a fool?