Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

Yo, just imagine, like whistling down a desert or some
Don't this make you wanna swing like outta trees?

1]
I got no parameters,
This famous,
All you getters,
caterers,
Our main are date 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 taking over like drug dealer to auctions,
Oh are hungry 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 sandwiches to earn a
And have the that you spit,
And even sick,
If you was doing my you couldn't have my shit,
Back to my flow,
I don't get yo,
My skills so bright I spit my lips glow,

The dusty philosopher
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

2]
And seen war and some,
Survived the son,
Kids play and robbers and not with the water guns,
So yeah picture me,
And big brotherly,
Walking the fire,
We to claim our victory,
And I with a harder pen,
I start a trend,
Beat down a MC cause you know there's a lot of them,
till my shit crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me neck 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 back like a belly 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,

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

3]
This is what you for,
Glad you the chorus,
Cause a lot of rappers is treated like lady whores,
And I don't Babylon,
I don't your song,
I like hearing that fake accent from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My mind is your life straight up cause it's made up,
I'm like babies with big gas ladies (yeah),
rock more fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder than harbour and Bin Laden the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood,
Moving along like people who don't it,
if I had jewels I'd be the type who don't run it,
They call me 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 like crushed grapes,
My leaves you speechless like duct tape,

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The foot 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