Luyện nghe bài hát Communism

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

Chick-a I'm
chick-a on
Chick-a my
My, own
Like an entrepreneur, that in manure
Man I'm newer than a I went up the hill with Jill
And Jill's big bootay
We did the booty up, I told the she Betta Have My Money
Or to the AMG
You Com Sense, oh yeah him be
That nigga 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 complex not to
On my no complain and so will my community
And I prefer
So I complement at an angle, of ninety
It's the nineties, and music got known for the
I got a sense of and a compass
Com passed MC's no compassion, though I heard the screams of
But I ain't shy, so why shall I
Com have been at the fort with Jeff I'm so ill
But I in my compartment with no company and no meals
Now Com could get the penny, but I want my own
And Com is on a mission not to work for
It's a common market and it's so much
But to me, is none
To my comp I'm a ton I get like Watts in a riot
My compact is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of with Pete
Com compromised, Com made a
Not to commercialize, but the soul
With elements, compelling sense into Communism