Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

Yo, just imagine, whistling down a desert or some shit
Don't this you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees?

1]
I got no parameters,
amateur's famous,
All you getters,
caterers,
Our names are date of births,
On a verse,
a nigger play reverse (move backwards),
Marching some soldiers here,
We coming there,
The kind of soldiers fear,
You just stare,
You ain't got no (no),
relax son,
I'm taking over like dealer cars to auctions,
Oh are hungry men,
are angry men,
you got a lot of guts,
They'll call bluff,
shit is laughable,
Why you oh,
Why don't you wrap sandwiches to earn a capital?
And have the that you spit,
And even sick,
If you was doing my physical you have my shit,
Back to my flow,
I get shit yo,
My skills so bright I spit my lips glow,

The dusty foot
up kilometers
Winking at you da dum da dum da dum
The foot philosopher
up the monitor
Waking up the da dum da dum da dum

2]
And seen war and some,
Survived the son,
Kids play cops and robbers and not with the guns,
So yeah yeah me,
And big brotherly,
Walking the fire,
We came to our victory,
And I roll a harder pen,
I might a trend,
Beat down a wack MC cause you there's a lot of them,
Wait my shit crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me suffer from whiplashes,
I the masses,
Cause I'm nasty,
I heard to get a you had to give lap dances,
shit is serious,
it is,
The people something real,
yo here it is,
My push records back like a belly button dirty rutting,
I got stiff steady nothing it aint nothing,
I got the track laid I'm fucking,
The only balls you got is outta cotton,

x2
The foot philosopher
Ripping up
Winking at you da dum da dum da dum
The dusty philosopher
up the monitor
Waking up the da dum da dum da dum

3]
This is you waited for,
Glad you the chorus,
Cause a lot of rappers is treated like lady whores,
And I like Babylon,
I like your song,
I don't like hearing that fake from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My mind is like your life straight up cause made up,
I'm strolling like babies big gas ladies (yeah),
That rock more than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Laden the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood,
Moving like people who don't want it,
Even if I had I'd be the type who don't run it,
They call me dusty cause my feet have through a lot,
The wisdom of my survival just due to a lot,
So I'm not gonna sit here and like crushed grapes,
My mind you speechless like duct tape,

x2
The foot philosopher
up kilometers
Winking at you da dum da dum da dum
The foot philosopher
Sicking up the
up the auditors da dum da dum da dum