Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

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

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

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

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