Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle (dissin' The Source)

I got a riddle,
What's little and big,
With midget arms and white filling in the middle,
do anything to throw dirt on my name,
If it walking the whole Mediterranean,
Is it an Albanian, Armenian, Iranian, Tasmanian,
No, his Raymond and oh,
Oh sorry, yo, so sorry,
But that was a long ago,
I was just Joe Schmo,
Rapping in Joe basement,
I apologized for it so,
accept it or you don't,
And let's on,
If I ain't shown I've grown you get the bone,*
lickin these nuts you industry mutts,
Keep around sniffing each other's butts,
Or I say asses,
What would be the more politically correct to use for the masses,
The question I ask is how can I this,
How can I swing this in language,
If I to slang and turned man to mane,
Do I do it in vain or to entertain,
Am I real or am I being fake,
Am I a fraud or am I truly genuine,
Or am I caught up in hot water,
on my daughter,
I you That I love this culture,
Don't let 'em ya,
I'ma tell you more again
This is the environment I was up in,
But now and then,
I use my pen to get rid of frustration,
Or I say "shun",
Is it another one of my subliminal ways of racism,*
Your face is numb, stunned,
Your look is cold like of a man of 70 some years old,*
And it gets colder,
is why I understand,
You be mad at a 44 year old fan with a chip on his shoulder,
Who owns a half of a magazine,
And the only way to have it is to put me on the front of it again,
Only thing makes him grin is to see me frown,*
Papa can't me,
needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down,
In his new that goes round and round,
That he bought from the in his bank account,
That I get him every issue when the comes out,
Sit back and let his puffy clown come out,
And let his black arm wrestle his white side,
Yell apartheid loud that he might slide,
He might someone dumb enough who might ride,*
But ain't nobody over here two white guys,
as pro-black,
There is no slack for a college grat in a fitted hat,
And a hunchback standin by the coat rack,
In some old slacks and some RSO throwbacks,
Shady in the to bc,
And it takes I got to rock the mike, right*
Still not gonna cater punks,
cock-suckin, pussy-lips, hated, dicks, cunts.*