Luyện nghe bài hát Common Dust

Ashes to ashes, and dust to (8X)

Chorus: Thought (4X)

Common Dust y'all, and you don't stop
For you to trust y'all, with real

[Black
Thought be the ? of the of speech
A head brother mighta saw the bleach
Teach I not, just to talk my sense
Damn I gives not, the consequence
the stylistics, and jazz the vibe
Laughs at e-tudes cause I'm stayin
Time I grips not, so it limps
you, collect if you digs my song
Paids and black braids what I to ease
Connection L-7 throwin out the
Cool to blow up cause I bust the shit
I'm just a sun rollin in a dustin ship
It's like that

Crumbs]
Thought's a Black miss you wanna the Crumbs
When I hums a fat song, with and bums
Smoke gems with the folk from the when they come
be like cotton, got sticks of gum
Common spear-a-mint, it's like is Dust
Accumulation much cause naps I got
Funk feeds the dome see the trees wanna rise
Out sprouts the ?, free to
Old highs I got, for your eyes
Circulize never even we lock together
Ask the set I'm clever I'm severed and I'm pooped
But anyway the wind blows, the you gotta go

[Kid
like Crumbs stay at a mic, comes to and from the ashes
Pass the kid? L-7, we massive
Jazz the funk, slow-be-poke, she be glass
Puff the stuff you have now I recline and make you
Roots can knot and off the docks I rocked your riches
The shit is locked, that's, if the force is with us
Yeah, deeps pon the I reach, be the sound
A pouch full of ouch, soon the freaks is out, uhh
Threes that make you shout, 'bout, ruckus on the
Black, and Rubber, we did it in the summer
Now the po' folk is near, they say I'm not a
But when the circle's Root, Black see if I'll be
It's like that

Thought]
Dig it, cool for me I'm glad when I from pad
To those with mad Dust I be a lad
Rock me rocks not my Thoughts is Black
Sports the A-di-das plus my pack
Accumulatin Dust as my mix crush
Digs the naturale, baby flush the
Yeah, when it roams, find way back home
And dig it with the kids the Dust-y dome
Soon your roam when you brooms the scene
Dust you gots not, cause your rooms is
Trust I knows much I blows the horn
Common Dust y'all, you go on and on

Chorus w/ to end