Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

Yo, just imagine, like whistling a desert or some shit
Don't this make you wanna swing 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 kind of soldiers fear,
You just stare,
You got no option (no),
Please son,
I'm over like drug dealer cars to auctions,
Oh these are men,
are angry men,
you got a lot of guts,
They'll call bluff,
Your is laughable,
Why you oh,
Why don't you just wrap sandwiches to earn a
And the shit that you spit,
And even sick,
If you was doing my physical you couldn't my shit,
Back to my flow,
I don't get yo,
My skills so when I spit my lips glow,

The dusty 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 I've war and some,
the slaughter son,
Kids cops and robbers and not with the water guns,
So yeah picture me,
And big brotherly,
through the fire,
We came to 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,
Wait my shit crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me suffer from whiplashes,
I the masses,
Cause I'm nasty,
I heard to get a deal you had to lap dances,
This is serious,
it is,
The wanted something real,
Well yo it is,
My rhymes push records back 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 made cotton,

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The dusty philosopher
up kilometers
Winking at you da dum da dum da dum
The foot philosopher
Sicking up the
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 like whores,
And I like Babylon,
I don't your song,
I like hearing that fake accent from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My mind is like your life straight up it's made up,
I'm like babies with big gas ladies (yeah),
That more fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood,
Moving along people who don't want it,
Even if I had I'd be the type who don't run it,
They me dusty cause my feet 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 leaves you speechless duct tape,

x2
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