Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the of Contents, come on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch to this profession
My voice fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate sliced in my delicatessan
My state is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to your whole country
your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all as Don King
But wine within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of 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, for the compliments
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your wing way in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
When I strike to excite, I aim, I never miss
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words spill over pages, for ages
like M-16's to twelve gauges
The is still in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you off Henny
Many man begin pure but in world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, because this game is the gamble
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the causing division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
your 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 slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
Just a cool type of cat but you can't understand it
You told to sit back, still and chill
Niggaz bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a taste smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire