Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

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

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

Black males wanted, the of the times
Read: one for project prisons wanted
I sped to the light, my bled through the mic
Like Marvin, I'm willing to the children givin lead to the night
It was written but
Some hold the scroll in the hearts, the is told in the arts
Like old school to park, my thoughts

No longer is it the president or break to mic check
I circumcised the clouds, wit that 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, Sean
We bringin it to why'all Chicago style to New York
And we all over the world, peace