Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

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

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

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

2]
And I've war and some,
Survived the son,
Kids play cops and and not with the water guns,
So yeah picture me,
And big brotherly,
Walking the fire,
We to claim our victory,
And I roll with a pen,
I start 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,
I'm that nasty,
I to get a deal you had to give lap dances,
This is serious,
it is,
The people something real,
yo here it is,
My rhymes push records back like a belly button rutting,
I got stiff neck steady nothing it nothing,
I got the laid like I'm fucking,
The only balls you got is outta cotton,

x2
The dusty philosopher
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

3]
This is you waited for,
you stayed the chorus,
Cause a lot of rappers is getting like lady whores,
And I like Babylon,
I like your song,
I don't hearing that fake accent from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My is like your life straight up cause it's made up,
I'm like babies with big gas ladies (yeah),
That rock more fellahs than ten daisies,
Harder than and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with 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,
They call me dusty my feet have been through a lot,
The of my survival that's just due to a lot,
So I'm not sit here and whine like crushed grapes,
My mind leaves you speechless duct tape,

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