Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

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

1]
I got no parameters,
This famous,
All you getters,
caterers,
Our main are date of births,
On a verse,
Make a nigger play (move backwards),
with some soldiers here,
We coming there,
The of niggers soldiers fear,
You gotta stare,
You got no option (no),
relax son,
I'm taking over like dealer cars to auctions,
Oh are hungry men,
These are men,
you got a lot of guts,
They'll call bluff,
shit is laughable,
Why you oh,
Why don't you just wrap to earn a capital?
And have the shit you spit,
And have sick,
If you was doing my you couldn't have my shit,
to my verse flow,
I get shit yo,
My skills so bright when I spit my glow,

The dusty foot
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 play cops and robbers and not with the guns,
So yeah yeah me,
And big brotherly,
Walking the fire,
We to claim our victory,
And I roll a harder pen,
I start a trend,
down a wack MC cause you know there's a lot of them,
Wait till my crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who me neck suffer from whiplashes,
I the masses,
I'm that 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 rhymes records back like a belly button dirty rutting,
I got neck steady nothing it aint nothing,
I got the track like I'm fucking,
The only balls you got is made cotton,

x2
The foot philosopher
up kilometers
Winking at you da dum da dum da dum
The dusty foot
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 don't Babylon,
I don't like song,
I don't like that fake accent from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My mind is your life straight up cause it's made up,
I'm strolling like babies big gas ladies (yeah),
That rock fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald and Bush blood,
Moving along like people who want it,
Even if I had I'd be the type who don't run it,
They me dusty cause my feet have been through a lot,
The of my survival that's just due to a lot,
So I'm not gonna sit and whine like crushed grapes,
My mind leaves you like duct tape,

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