Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

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

1]
I got no parameters,
amateur's famous,
All you getters,
caterers,
Our names are date of births,
On a verse,
Make a play reverse (move backwards),
Marching with some here,
We over there,
The kind of niggers fear,
You gotta stare,
You got no option (no),
Please son,
I'm taking over like drug cars to auctions,
Oh these are men,
These are men,
you got a lot of guts,
They'll call bluff,
shit is laughable,
Why you oh,
Why don't you just sandwiches to earn a capital?
And the shit that 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 dusty foot
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

2]
And I've 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 roll a harder pen,
I might a trend,
Beat down a wack MC cause you there's a lot of them,
Wait till my crashes,
Rip asses,
who give me neck 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 people something real,
yo here it is,
My rhymes push back like a belly button dirty rutting,
I got stiff neck nothing it aint nothing,
I got the laid like I'm fucking,
The balls you got is made outta cotton,

x2
The foot 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 is getting treated like lady whores,
And I don't Babylon,
I like your song,
I don't hearing that fake accent from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My is like your life straight up cause it's made up,
I'm like babies with big gas ladies (yeah),
That rock fellahs than ten thousand daisies,
Harder harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood,
Moving along like people who don't it,
Even if I had jewels I'd be the type who run it,
They call me dusty cause my feet 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,

x2
The dusty philosopher
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