Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

Yo, just imagine, like whistling a desert or some shit
Don't make 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,
a nigger play reverse (move backwards),
Marching with soldiers here,
We coming there,
The of niggers soldiers fear,
You gotta stare,
You ain't got no (no),
Please son,
I'm over like drug dealer cars to auctions,
Oh these are men,
These are men,
you got a lot of guts,
They'll your bluff,
Your is laughable,
Why you oh,
Why don't you 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,
to my verse flow,
I don't get yo,
My skills so bright when I spit my glow,

The dusty 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

2]
And I've war and some,
Survived the son,
Kids cops and robbers and not with the water guns,
So yeah yeah me,
And big brotherly,
Walking the fire,
We came to our victory,
And I roll with a pen,
I start a trend,
Beat down a wack MC cause you know a lot of them,
till my shit 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,
This 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 laid I'm fucking,
The only balls you got is outta cotton,

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

3]
This is you waited for,
Glad you the chorus,
a lot of rappers is getting treated like lady whores,
And I don't Babylon,
I don't your song,
I don't like hearing that fake from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My mind is like your life straight up it's made up,
I'm strolling like babies with big gas (yeah),
That more fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald and Bush blood,
Moving along like who don't want it,
Even if I had jewels I'd be the type who run it,
They call me dusty cause my have been through a lot,
The wisdom of my survival just due to a lot,
So I'm not gonna sit here and whine crushed grapes,
My mind you speechless like duct tape,

x2
The foot philosopher
Ripping up
Winking at you da dum da dum da dum
The foot philosopher
Sicking up the
up the auditors da dum da dum da dum