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 in manure
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 Com Sense, oh yeah him be
That nigga that be making all the sounds
But then, Common calm down!
I'm on some calm watch Com get complicated
motherfuckers say the way that Com communicated
Was too complex, I got a not to complain
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 known for the
I got a sense of and a compass
Com passed MC's with no compassion, though I the screams of
But I shy, so why shall I comfort?
Com should have been at the fort with I'm so ill
But I chilled in my with no company and no meals
Now Com could get the penny, but I want my own
And Com is on a not to work for commission
It's a common market and it's so competition
But to me, is none
To my comp I'm a ton I get amped Watts in a riot
My disc is a commodity, so buy it
Instead of with Pete
Com compromised, Com a promise
Not to commercialize, but the soul
With other elements, compelling sense Communism