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 clack tongie attack tracks
Rihanna spreads gonorrhea
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 soul
Little more they and Wayne in my speaker
My brain's in bleechers, with the fans
Reks his stretch like Lil' Kim's features
Or cheek, for the rappers that are weak
All these over beats, scary as jeepers creepers
Jesus took 'cause you look hard
But shook his knees like Yung Berg or Bow Wow
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap circles the map
Rap circles these rap cats
You are now in tuned to the truth, Reks in the booth
is met and necessary hourly for you
Bewary R. Kelly in the buildin'
He peein' on the chil'ren, peein' on the
this, nigga that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles 'round rap cats
You are now in to the facts, Reks the black Aristotle
With of beer in the backpack
I follow the cheers of the stairs to the
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 tryin' to be free like 106 suckin' Jay
Make you gargle grenades, covered in semen Aids
Cover blades in your lemonade
Y'all are Flavor Flav, hypin but your, fugaze
My mic shall a blaze
say, shoot yourself in the face
disgrace! Uh huh uh huh!
Nigga this that, check, yo!
Nigga this, nigga
A nigga rap 'round the map
Rap 'round these rap cats
tell these dudes to rap
Over statik seleck beats, I'm too deep to be dumb to
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
a no, no, please swallow the fo' fo'
Someone tell Kanye to keep his clothes on
And if Wayne E.T.ish than him phone home
this, nigga that
A rap circles 'round the map
Rap circles these rap cats
With they slave mind fact
crime rates increasin' police policin' Diddy's and 50's
Inner city where you chase 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 teens who chase cream
But black bloody from the backs of black teens
Like Emmitt we get it we sing, we sing, we sing
Am I a good Am I a fool?
Am I a good man? Am I a