Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

Yeah, is the truth
Sense, wit Tony Touch
It's the of music we be
From Chicago to New
I ain't move, I'm movin' crowds baby
Yo yo it
Supreme life, I seen light at the end of the
Beginning wit math, stumbled, a gym in a half
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 pitch forks, this ain't a game, only a bitch
The streets is hard, peoples tryin to out-think God
Tradin crack for link
Heavy, so I sleep hard and eye accounts
In this paper marathon, meditatin to tapes of
And Seravon, sharin wit broads, I know they need it
It's like I'm Eldrige Cleaver wit my mind set on
Reachin for the heavens since the bliss fell from the elevated, I
Wit like a 1200

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

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