Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

Yeah, this is the
Common Sense, wit Touch
the type of music we be
From to New York
I ain't move, I'm just movin' crowds
Yo yo it
Supreme life, I seen light at the end of the
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 remember the
the land of shit-talk

Point stars and forks, this ain't a game, only a bitch barks
The is stayin hard, peoples tryin to out-think God
Tradin for link cards
Heavy, so I sleep and breathe eye accounts
In this paper marathon, to tapes of Farrakhan
And Seravon, sharin songs wit broads, I know they it
like I'm Eldrige 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 sign of the
Read: one for prisons wanted dead
I sped to the light, my realness bled the mic
Like Marvin, I'm to save the children givin lead to the night
It was written but
Some the scroll in the hearts, the truth is told in the arts
Like old to park, my thoughts connect

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