Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

Yeah, is the truth
Sense, wit Tony Touch
It's the type of we be
From Chicago to New
I ain't move, I'm just movin' crowds
Yo yo it
Supreme life, I seen light at the end of the
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 remember the
From the land of

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

Black males wanted, the sign of the
one for project 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 but untold
hold the scroll in the hearts, the truth is told in the arts
Like old school to park, my connect

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