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 like monkeys outta

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 some here,
We over there,
The of niggers soldiers fear,
You gotta stare,
You got no option (no),
Please son,
I'm taking over like drug dealer 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 you just wrap sandwiches to earn a capital?
And have the shit you spit,
And have sick,
If you was doing my you couldn't have my shit,
to my verse flow,
I don't get yo,
My skills so when I spit my lips glow,

The foot 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

2]
And seen war and some,
Survived the son,
Kids play cops and robbers and not with the guns,
So yeah picture me,
And big brotherly,
Walking the fire,
We came to our victory,
And I with a harder pen,
I start a trend,
Beat down a wack MC you know 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,
shit is serious,
it is,
The wanted something real,
Well yo it is,
My rhymes push records back like a button dirty rutting,
I got stiff neck steady nothing it nothing,
I got the track laid I'm fucking,
The only balls you got is made cotton,

x2
The dusty foot
Ripping up
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,
Glad you the chorus,
Cause a lot of rappers is getting treated like 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 straight up it's made up,
I'm strolling like with big gas ladies (yeah),
rock more fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald and Bush blood,
Moving along 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 wisdom of my survival that's due to a lot,
So I'm not gonna sit and whine like crushed grapes,
My leaves you speechless like duct tape,

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