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, that
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in tuned to the
The in a state of lax
My clack tongie attack tracks
Rihanna spreads gonorrhea
Chris beats the blacks on her peeper
Give me freedom of speech to either
That'll send MC's to meet Aaliyah
my flow, fever my soul seeker
Little more they T-Pain and Wayne in my
My brain's in bleechers, with the fans
Reks defeats his stretch like Kim's features
Or cheek, for the rappers that are weak
All these rappers over beats, scary as jeepers
Jesus took 'cause you look hard
But shook his knees Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap 'round these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth, Reks in the booth
Freedom is met and hourly for you
Bewary when R. Kelly in the
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, Reks the black
bottles of beer in the backpack
I follow the cheers of the stairs to the
Had it up to here the ways
Where kids turn to men in days
These fuckin' hipsters are fakes
And pants for girls or gays
Mama, I when your son spit rage
Y'all slaves tryin' to be free like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades, covered in semen Aids
razor blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, writin
My mic ignite a blaze
Simon say, shoot in the face
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 dudes to rap
Over statik beats, I'm too deep to be dumb to fact
I come the tracks where they slumber and slackin'
suggest you shut your motherfuckin' trap
'Cause you don't rap you
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 Kanye West to keep his clothes on
And if E.T.ish than tell him phone home
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap 'round these rap cats
they slave mind state fact
Their rates increasin' police policin' Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang where you American dreams
It's where you get chased by and the high beams
My dreams to awake and find
Dressed in three suits, addicts livin' they life clean
But I mean, this ain't 'gon happen, be happy it
We free dumb, um, I
Not to disrespect teens who chase cream
But black bloody from the backs of black teens
Emmitt till we get it we sing, we sing, we sing
Am I a good man? Am I a
Am I a man? Am I a fool?