Luyện nghe bài hát Communism

You Troy, I'mma on the rhythm
a little communism

Chick-a I'm
chick-a on
Chick-a my
My, own
Like an entrepreneur, stepped in manure
Man I'm newer a Jack I went up the hill with Jill
And Jack big bootay
We did the booty up, I told the Bitch she Betta Have My
Or to the AMG
You know Com Sense, oh him be
nigga that be making all the bid-by-by-bye sounds
But since then, calm down!
I'm on some calm shit Com get complicated
Simple motherfuckers say the way Com communicated
Was too complex, I got a not to complain
On my brain no complain and so my community
And I compliments
So I at an angle, of ninety degrees
It's the nineties, and music got known for the
I got a sense of direction and a
Com passed MC's no compassion, though I heard the screams of
But I shy, so why shall I comfort?
Com have been at the fort with Jeff I'm so ill
But I chilled in my compartment no company and no meals
Now Com get the penny, but I want my own company
And Com is on a mission not to for commission
It's a market and it's so much competition
But to me, is none
To my I'm a ton I get amped like Watts in a riot
My compact is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of competing Pete
Com compromised, Com made a
Not to commercialize, but the soul
With other elements, compelling sense into