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 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in tuned to the
The innovations in a of lax
My click clack tongie tracks
Like spreads gonorrhea
Chris Brown the blacks on her peeper
me freedom of speech to speak either
That'll send these MC's to meet
Free my flow, my soul seeker
Little more they T-Pain and Wayne in my
My in bleechers, thinkin with the fans
defeats his stretch like Lil' Kim's features
Or Superhead's cheek, for the that are weak
All rappers over beats, scary as jeepers creepers
Jesus piece took 'cause you hard
But shook his knees like Yung or Bow Wow divas
Nigga this, that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth, Reks in the booth
Freedom is met and necessary for you
Bewary when R. in the buildin'
He on the chil'ren, peein' on the chil'ren
Nigga this, that
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts, the black Aristotle
With of beer in the backpack
I the cheers of the stairs to the stage
Had it up to here with the
Where kids turn to men in days
These fuckin' hipsters spits are
And tight pants for or gays
Mama, I when your son spit rage
Y'all still slaves to be free like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you grenades, covered in semen from Aids
Cover blades 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!
Nigga this, that
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
tell these dudes 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 shut motherfuckin' trap
you don't rap you advertisin'
Clothin' lines and since when is that dope
You no homo, but that's so homo
a no, no, please swallow the fo' fo'
Someone tell West to keep his clothes on
And if Wayne E.T.ish than tell him phone
Nigga this, that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap 'round these rap cats
With they mind state fact
Their crime rates increasin' police policin' Diddy's and
Inner city where you chase American dreams
It's where you get by badge and the high beams
My dreams to and find fiends
Dressed in three piece suits, addicts livin' they clean
But I mean, this 'gon happen, be happy it seems
We free dumb, um, I
Not to teens who chase black cream
But black cream from the backs of black teens
Like Emmitt till we get it we sing, we sing, we
Am I a man? Am I a fool?
Am I a good Am I a fool?