Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

Is this or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

Check it out, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I limit to this profession
My voice physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an of my intestine
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My state is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to drastic
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' through attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last seven years on tour restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But wine drink within the zone lounging
You need to be aware of your surroundings
Reality at is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your way back in the day of yo
mind

It' the R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, it's the R to the, to the, T-S an' yo
When I strike to excite, I just aim, I miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You talkin' all this out out mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always bullshit for granted
Just a cool of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, still and chill
Niggaz to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in your
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire