Luyện nghe bài hát Common Free Style

Yeah, this is the
Sense, wit Tony Touch
It's the of music we be
From to New York
I ain't move, I'm just movin' baby
Yo yo it
Supreme life, I light at the end of the path
wit math, stumbled, found a gym in a half
Cognac, pimps, Hennessey's my dad
Went to, the School of Hard Knocks, it's hard to remember the
From the of shit-talk

Point stars and pitch forks, this ain't a game, only a bitch
The is stayin hard, peoples tryin to out-think God
crack for link cards
Heavy, so I sleep and breathe eye accounts
In this paper marathon, meditatin to of Farrakhan
And Seravon, sharin songs wit broads, I they need 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 males wanted, the sign of the
Read: one for project prisons wanted
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 written but
Some hold the scroll in the hearts, the truth is 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 your third
the sun is my child, bloaw
Yeah Com Sense, Tony Touch
Peace to my god NO ID, yeah why-Not, Dug Infinite, Lett
We just bringin it to Chicago style to New York
And we travellin all over the world,