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 rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in tuned to the
The in a state of lax
My click tongie attack tracks
Like Rihanna gonorrhea
Brown beats the blacks on her peeper
Give me of speech to speak either
That'll these MC's to meet Aaliyah
my flow, fever my soul seeker
Little they T-Pain and Wayne in my speaker
My in bleechers, thinkin with the fans
Reks his stretch like Lil' Kim's features
Or Superhead's cheek, for the rappers that are
All these rappers over beats, scary as creepers
Jesus piece took you look hard
But his knees like Yung Berg or Bow Wow divas
Nigga this, that
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap circles 'round these rap
You are now in tuned to the truth, when Reks in the
Freedom is met and necessary for you
Bewary when R. Kelly in the
He peein' on the chil'ren, peein' on the
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles these rap cats
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 with the
Where kids turn to men in days
These fuckin' hipsters are fakes
And tight pants for or gays
Mama, I chew when your son spit
Y'all still slaves tryin' to be like 106 chicks suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades, in semen from Aids
Cover razor blades in your
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, fugaze
My mic shall a blaze
Simon say, yourself in the face
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga this that, check, yo!
Nigga this, nigga
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 where they slumber and slackin'
Reks suggest you your motherfuckin' trap
you don't rap you advertisin'
Clothin' lines and since when is dope rhymin'
You screamin' no homo, but that's so
Such a no, no, swallow 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
they slave mind state fact
Their crime rates increasin' police Diddy's and 50's
Inner city gang where you American dreams
It's you get chased by badge and the high beams
My to awake and find fiends
in three piece suits, addicts livin' they life clean
But I mean, this ain't 'gon happen, be it seems
We free dumb, um, I
Not to disrespect who chase black cream
But black cream bloody the backs of black teens
Like till we get it we sing, we sing, we sing
Am I a good Am I a fool?
Am I a good Am I a fool?