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 rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in to the facts
The in a state of lax
My click clack tongie attack
Like Rihanna spreads
Chris beats the blacks on her peeper
Give me freedom of to speak either
That'll send these MC's to meet
Free my flow, fever my seeker
Little more they and Wayne in my speaker
My brain's in bleechers, thinkin with the
Reks defeats his stretch like Lil' Kim's
Or cheek, for the rappers that are weak
All these rappers over beats, as jeepers creepers
piece took 'cause you look hard
But shook his knees like Yung or Bow Wow divas
Nigga this, nigga
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap 'round these rap cats
You are now in to the truth, when Reks in the booth
Freedom is met and hourly for you
Bewary when R. in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren, on the chil'ren
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in tuned to the facts, Reks the Aristotle
bottles of beer in the backpack
I the cheers of the stairs to the stage
Had it up to here the ways
Where kids turn to men in days
fuckin' hipsters spits are fakes
And tight for girls or gays
Mama, I chew when your son spit
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
you gargle grenades, covered in semen from Aids
Cover razor blades in your
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, fugaze
My mic ignite a blaze
Simon say, shoot yourself in the
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga nigga that, check, yo!
Nigga this, that
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
Someone tell dudes to rap
statik seleck beats, I'm too deep to be dumb to fact
I come from the tracks where they and slackin'
Reks suggest you your motherfuckin' trap
you don't rap you advertisin'
Clothin' lines and since is that dope rhymin'
You screamin' no homo, but so homo
Such a no, no, please the fo' fo'
Someone tell Kanye West to his clothes on
And if E.T.ish than tell him phone home
Nigga this, nigga
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
they slave mind state fact
Their crime increasin' police policin' Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang you chase American dreams
It's where you get chased by and the high beams
My dreams to awake and fiends
Dressed in three piece suits, addicts livin' they clean
But I mean, this ain't 'gon happen, be it seems
We dumb, um, I mean
Not to disrespect teens who chase cream
But black cream bloody from the backs of black
Like Emmitt 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?