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

The dusty philosopher
Ripping up
at you officers 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,
the slaughter son,
Kids play cops and robbers and not with the guns,
So yeah yeah 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 you know there's a lot of them,
Wait till my crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me neck suffer whiplashes,
I the masses,
Cause I'm nasty,
I to get a deal you had to give lap dances,
shit is serious,
it is,
The wanted something real,
Well yo it is,
My rhymes push records back like a belly dirty rutting,
I got stiff neck steady it aint nothing,
I got the track laid I'm fucking,
The only you got is made outta cotton,

x2
The dusty foot
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 what you for,
Glad you the chorus,
Cause a lot of is getting treated like lady whores,
And I like Babylon,
I don't 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 babies big gas ladies (yeah),
That rock more fellahs ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin inside the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood,
along like people who don't want it,
Even if I had jewels I'd be the type who run it,
They call me dusty cause my feet have been a lot,
The of my survival that's just due to a lot,
So I'm not gonna sit here and whine crushed grapes,
My leaves 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