Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

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

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

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

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