Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

Yeah, is the truth
Common Sense, wit Tony
It's the type of we be
From Chicago to New
I ain't move, I'm just crowds baby
Yo yo it
life, I seen light at the end of the path
Beginning wit math, stumbled, found a gym in a
Cognac, pimps, Hennessey's my dad
Went to, the of Hard Knocks, it's hard to remember the staff
From the of shit-talk

stars and pitch forks, this ain't a game, only a bitch barks
The streets is stayin hard, tryin to out-think God
crack for link cards
Heavy, so I sleep hard and eye accounts
In this paper marathon, meditatin to tapes of
And Seravon, songs wit broads, I know they need it
It's like I'm Eldrige Cleaver wit my set on cleavage
Reachin for the since the bliss fell from the elevated, I speak
Wit like a 1200

Black wanted, the sign of the times
Read: one for project wanted dead
I sped to the light, my realness through the mic
Marvin, I'm willing to save the children givin lead to the night
It was but untold
Some hold the scroll in the hearts, the is told in the arts
old school to park, my thoughts connect

No longer is it impeach the president or break to mic
I circumcised the clouds, wit thoughts raise your third eyebrow
'cause the sun is my child,
Yeah Com Sense, Tony Touch
Peace to my god NO ID, yeah why-Not, Dug Infinite, Lett
We just it to why'all Chicago style to New York
And we travellin all over the world,