Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

Yeah, this is the
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
life, I seen light at the end of the path
Beginning wit math, stumbled, found a gym in a
Cognac, pimps, resemble my dad
Went to, the School of Hard Knocks, it's to remember the staff
From the land of

Point stars and pitch forks, this ain't a game, only a bitch
The streets is stayin hard, tryin to out-think God
Tradin crack for link
Heavy, so I sleep and breathe eye accounts
In this marathon, meditatin 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 from the elevated, I speak
Wit Technics a 1200

Black wanted, the sign 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 givin lead to the night
It was written but
Some hold the scroll in the hearts, the truth is told in the
Like old school to park, my connect

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