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, nigga
A nigga rap circles 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 Rihanna spreads
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
more they T-Pain and Wayne in my speaker
My brain's in bleechers, thinkin the fans
Reks defeats his stretch like Lil' features
Or Superhead's cheek, for the that are weak
All these over beats, scary as jeepers creepers
Jesus took 'cause you look hard
But shook his knees like Yung or Bow Wow divas
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in to the truth, when Reks in the booth
Freedom is met and hourly for you
when R. Kelly in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren, on the chil'ren
this, nigga that
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in tuned to the facts, Reks the black
bottles of beer in the backpack
I the cheers of the stairs to the stage
Had it up to here the ways
Where cool kids turn to men in
These fuckin' hipsters spits are
And tight pants for or gays
Mama, I chew when your son rage
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades, in semen from Aids
Cover blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, writin
My mic ignite a blaze
say, shoot yourself in the face
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga nigga that, check, yo!
this, nigga that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
Someone tell these to rap
Over statik seleck beats, I'm too deep to be to fact
I come from the tracks where they slumber and
suggest you shut your motherfuckin' trap
'Cause you rap you advertisin'
Clothin' lines and since when is that dope
You no homo, but that's so homo
Such a no, no, please 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 'round rap cats
With slave mind state fact
crime rates increasin' police policin' Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang where you chase American
It's where you get by badge and the high beams
My to awake and find fiends
Dressed in three piece suits, addicts livin' life clean
But I mean, this ain't 'gon happen, be it seems
We free dumb, um, I
Not to disrespect teens who chase black
But black cream bloody from the backs of black
Emmitt till we get it we sing, we sing, we sing
Am I a good Am I a fool?
Am I a good man? Am I a