Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

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

1]
I got no parameters,
amateur's famous,
All you getters,
caterers,
Our main are date of births,
On a verse,
a nigger play reverse (move backwards),
Marching with soldiers here,
We coming there,
The kind of soldiers fear,
You gotta stare,
You ain't got no (no),
Please son,
I'm over like drug 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 that you spit,
And have sick,
If you was doing my physical you have my shit,
to my verse flow,
I get shit 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
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,
through the fire,
We to claim our victory,
And I with a harder pen,
I might a trend,
down a wack MC cause you know there's a lot of them,
Wait till my crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me suffer from whiplashes,
I the masses,
I'm that nasty,
I heard to get a you had to give lap dances,
This is serious,
it is,
The people something real,
Well yo it is,
My push records back like a belly button dirty rutting,
I got stiff neck nothing it aint nothing,
I got the laid like I'm fucking,
The only balls you got is made cotton,

x2
The dusty foot
Ripping up
at you officers da dum da dum da dum
The dusty foot
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 lady whores,
And I don't Babylon,
I like your song,
I don't hearing that fake accent from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My mind is like life straight up cause it's made up,
I'm strolling like babies with big gas (yeah),
That rock more fellahs ten thousand 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,
call me dusty cause my feet have been through a lot,
The wisdom of my survival that's due to a lot,
So I'm not gonna sit and whine like crushed grapes,
My mind leaves you like duct tape,

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