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 'round these rap cats
You are now in to the facts
The innovations in a of lax
My click tongie attack tracks
Like Rihanna gonorrhea
Chris beats the blacks on her peeper
Give me freedom of speech to speak
That'll these MC's to meet Aaliyah
Free my flow, fever my soul
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 that are
All these rappers over beats, scary as creepers
Jesus piece took 'cause you look
But shook his knees like Yung or Bow Wow divas
Nigga this, nigga
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in tuned to the truth, when in the booth
Freedom is met and necessary for you
Bewary when R. in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren, peein' on the
Nigga this, nigga
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
You are now in tuned to the facts, Reks the Aristotle
With of beer in the backpack
I the cheers of the stairs to the stage
Had it up to with the ways
Where cool kids turn to men in
These fuckin' hipsters are fakes
And pants for girls or gays
Mama, I chew when son spit rage
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be free 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades, covered in from Aids
razor blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, writin
My mic ignite a blaze
Simon say, yourself in the face
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga this that, check, yo!
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
tell these dudes to rap
Over statik seleck beats, I'm too deep to be to fact
I come the tracks where they slumber and slackin'
Reks suggest you your motherfuckin' trap
'Cause you don't rap you
lines and since when is that dope rhymin'
You no homo, but that's so homo
Such a no, no, please the fo' fo'
Someone Kanye 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 circles these rap cats
With slave mind state fact
Their crime rates increasin' police policin' and 50's
Inner city gang you chase American dreams
It's where you get chased by 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 happen, be happy it seems
We dumb, um, I mean
Not to disrespect teens who black cream
But black cream bloody the backs of black teens
Emmitt till we get it we sing, we sing, we sing
Am I a man? Am I a fool?
Am I a good Am I a fool?