Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

Yo, just imagine, like whistling down a desert or shit
Don't this you wanna swing like 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 some soldiers here,
We over there,
The kind of soldiers 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,
Your is laughable,
Why you oh,
Why don't you just wrap 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 foot philosopher
up the monitor
Waking up the 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 to claim our victory,
And I roll 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 me neck suffer from whiplashes,
I the masses,
I'm that nasty,
I to get a deal you had to give lap dances,
shit is serious,
it is,
The wanted something real,
yo here it is,
My rhymes push records back like a button dirty rutting,
I got stiff neck nothing it aint nothing,
I got the track like I'm fucking,
The only balls you got is made cotton,

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

3]
This is you waited for,
you stayed the chorus,
Cause a lot of is getting treated like lady whores,
And I like Babylon,
I like your song,
I don't like hearing that fake accent Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My mind is like your life up cause it's made up,
I'm strolling like with big gas ladies (yeah),
That more fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood,
Moving along like 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 here and whine crushed grapes,
My mind leaves you speechless duct tape,

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