Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

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

1]
I got no parameters,
This famous,
All you getters,
caterers,
Our main names are of births,
On a verse,
Make a play reverse (move backwards),
Marching with some here,
We coming there,
The of niggers soldiers fear,
You gotta stare,
You got no option (no),
Please son,
I'm taking over 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 you just wrap sandwiches to earn a capital?
And have the that you spit,
And have sick,
If you was doing my physical you have my shit,
Back to my flow,
I don't get yo,
My skills so bright when I spit my glow,

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

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

x2
The foot philosopher
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

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 fake accent from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My mind is like your straight up cause it's made up,
I'm strolling babies with big gas ladies (yeah),
rock more fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood,
Moving like people who don't want it,
Even if I had jewels I'd be the 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 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