Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

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

1]
I got no parameters,
This famous,
All you getters,
caterers,
Our main are date of births,
On a verse,
a nigger play reverse (move backwards),
Marching some soldiers here,
We over there,
The kind of niggers fear,
You just stare,
You ain't got no (no),
relax son,
I'm taking like drug dealer cars to auctions,
Oh these are 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 sandwiches to a capital?
And have the shit 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 foot
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,
the slaughter son,
Kids play cops and robbers and not the water guns,
So yeah picture me,
And big brotherly,
through the fire,
We came to our victory,
And I roll a harder pen,
I might a trend,
Beat down a wack MC cause you know a lot of them,
till my shit crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me neck suffer 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 wanted real,
yo here it is,
My rhymes push records 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
Ripping up
at you officers da dum da dum da dum
The dusty philosopher
Sicking up the
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 your song,
I don't like hearing that fake accent Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My is like your life straight up cause it's made up,
I'm strolling like 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,
Moving along like people who don't it,
Even if I had jewels I'd be the type who run it,
They call me dusty cause my feet have been a lot,
The wisdom of my survival that's due to a lot,
So I'm not sit here and whine like crushed grapes,
My mind leaves you speechless like tape,

x2
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