Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

Yo, just imagine, like whistling down a or some shit
this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees?

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

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

2]
And I've war and some,
the slaughter son,
Kids cops and robbers and not with the water guns,
So yeah picture me,
And big brotherly,
through the fire,
We to claim our victory,
And I with a harder pen,
I might a trend,
Beat down a MC cause you know there's a lot of them,
till my shit crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me suffer from whiplashes,
I the masses,
I'm that nasty,
I heard to get a deal you had to lap dances,
shit is serious,
it is,
The people something real,
yo here it is,
My rhymes push records back like a belly dirty rutting,
I got stiff steady nothing it aint nothing,
I got the track laid I'm fucking,
The balls you got is made outta cotton,

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

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

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