Luyện nghe bài hát Communism

You Troy, come on the rhythm
With a little

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