Luyện nghe bài hát The Dust Foot Philosopher

Yo, just imagine, like down a desert or some shit
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,
Make a play reverse (move backwards),
Marching some soldiers here,
We coming there,
The kind of niggers fear,
You just stare,
You ain't got no (no),
Please son,
I'm taking over drug dealer cars to auctions,
Oh are hungry men,
These are men,
you got a lot of guts,
They'll your bluff,
Your is laughable,
Why you oh,
Why don't you just sandwiches to earn a capital?
And have the that you spit,
And even sick,
If you was doing my physical you have my shit,
to my verse flow,
I get shit yo,
My skills so bright when I spit my glow,

The foot philosopher
Ripping up
Winking at you da dum da dum da dum
The dusty foot
Sicking up the
up the auditors 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 to claim our victory,
And I roll a harder pen,
I start a trend,
Beat a wack MC cause you know there's a lot of them,
Wait till my crashes,
Rip asses,
Women who give me neck from whiplashes,
I the masses,
I'm that nasty,
I to get a deal you had to give lap dances,
This is serious,
it is,
The people wanted real,
Well yo it is,
My rhymes push records back like a belly button 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,

x2
The dusty foot
Ripping up
at you officers da dum da dum da dum
The foot philosopher
up the monitor
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 like that fake accent from Dylon,
The commentator,
it I'm a hater,
My mind is like your straight up cause it's made up,
I'm strolling like with big gas ladies (yeah),
That rock more than ten thousand daisies,
Harder harbour and Bin Laden inside the bottom compound with Donald Rumsfield and Bush blood,
Moving like people who don't want it,
Even if I had jewels I'd be the who don't 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 mind leaves you like duct tape,

x2
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