Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

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

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

The dusty foot
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

2]
And seen war and some,
the slaughter son,
Kids play cops and robbers and not with the guns,
So yeah picture me,
And big brotherly,
through the fire,
We to claim our victory,
And I roll a harder pen,
I might a trend,
Beat down a wack MC cause you there's a lot of them,
till my shit 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 rhymes push records back like a button dirty rutting,
I got stiff steady nothing it aint nothing,
I got the laid like 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 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 getting treated lady whores,
And I like Babylon,
I like your song,
I like 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 strolling like babies big gas ladies (yeah),
That more fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood,
Moving along like people who don't it,
Even if I had I'd be the type who don't run it,
They call me dusty cause my feet have been a lot,
The wisdom of my survival just due to a lot,
So I'm not gonna sit here and like crushed grapes,
My mind you speechless like duct tape,

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