Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

Yeah, is the truth
Sense, wit Tony Touch
It's the of music we be
Chicago to New York
I ain't move, I'm movin' crowds baby
Yo yo it
Supreme life, I light at the end of the path
wit math, stumbled, found a gym in a half
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, this a game, only a bitch barks
The streets is stayin hard, peoples tryin to God
Tradin for link cards
Heavy, so I hard and breathe eye accounts
In this paper marathon, meditatin to of Farrakhan
And Seravon, sharin songs wit broads, I know need it
It's like I'm Eldrige wit my mind set on cleavage
Reachin for the heavens since the fell from the elevated, I speak
Wit Technics like a

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

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