Luyện nghe bài hát Freestyle (dissin' The Source)

I got a riddle,
What's and talks big,
With midget arms and white filling in the middle,
That'll do 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 time ago,
I was just Joe Schmo,
Rapping in Joe basement,
I for it before so,
accept it or you don't,
And move on,
If I ain't shown that I've you get the bone,*
Keep lickin nuts you industry mutts,
walking around sniffing each other's butts,
Or I say asses,
What would be the more politically term to use for the masses,
The I ask is how can I explain this,
How can I this in English language,
If I switched to slang and 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 up in this hot water,
on my daughter,
I you That I love this culture,
Don't let 'em ya,
I'ma tell you once more
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 just one of my subliminal ways of racism,*
face is numb, you're stunned,
Your look is like that of a man of 70 some years old,*
And it only 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 way to have it seen is to put me on the front of it again,
thing that makes him grin is to see me frown,*
Papa stand me,
needs to take his medication and sit the fuck down,
In his new chair goes round and round,
That he from the money in his bank account,
I get him every issue when the thing comes out,
Sit back and let his puffy hair 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 buying two white guys,
as pro-black,
There is no slack for a Harvard college in a fitted hat,
And a hunchback by the clearance coat rack,
In old slacks and some RSO throwbacks, yeah*
in the place to bc,
And it what I got to rock the mike, right*
Still not gonna cater punks,
cock-suckin, pussy-lips, hated, dicks, cunts.*