Luyện nghe bài hát Common Dust

Ashes to ashes, and to dust (8X)

Black Thought (4X)

It's Common Dust y'all, and you don't
For you to y'all, with real hip-hop

Thought]
Thought be the ? of the of speech
A dusty head brother saw the bleach
Teach I aims not, just to my sense
Damn I gives not, the consequence
Funk the stylistics, and jazz the
Laughs at e-tudes I'm stayin alive
Time I not, so it limps along
you, collect if you digs my song
Paids and braids what I aims to ease
Connection L-7 throwin out the
Cool to blow up cause I bust the shit
I'm just a sun child rollin in a dustin
It's like that

[Kid
Thought's a Black you wanna catch the Crumbs
When I a fat song, with derelicts and bums
Smoke with the folk from the cellar when they come
be like cotton, got sticks of gum
Common spear-a-mint, like sense is Dust
Accumulation much cause I got nuff
Funk feeds the dome see the trees wanna rise
Out the ?, free to vocalize
Old school I got, for your eyes
Circulize never even though we lock
Ask the set I'm cause I'm severed and I'm pooped
But the wind blows, the Dust you gotta go

[Kid
It's like Crumbs at a mic, comes to and from the ashes
the what kid? L-7, we massive
Jazz the funk, slow-be-poke, she be glass
Puff the stuff you now I recline and make you laugh
Roots can boost knot and off the docks I your riches
The Edgar shit is locked, that's, if the is with us
Yeah, deeps pon the streets I reach, be the
A pouch of ouch, soon the freaks is freakin out, uhh
Threes that make you shout, 'bout, ruckus on the
Black, and Rubber, we did it in the summer
Now the po' folk is near, say I'm not a Square
But the circle's Root, Black see if I'll be there
like that y'all

[Black
Dig it, cool for me I'm glad I springs from pad
To those with mad I be just a lad
Rock me rocks not cause my Thoughts is
Sports the A-di-das plus my pack
Dust as my trail mix crush
Digs the naturale, baby flush the
Yeah, when it roams, find way back home
And dig it the kids with the Dust-y dome
Soon your zigs when you brooms the scene
Dust you gots not, cause your is clean
Trust I knows much I blows the horn
It's Dust y'all, you go on and on

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