Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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

Check it out, you're now to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this
My voice physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
You star gazing, the force y'all is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the without question
Last seven years on tour restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
Step up and out the
niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger lounging
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
I'm one of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' your wing way back in the day of yo
mind

It' the the, double-O 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 ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you tilted off
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, this game life is the gamble
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, takin' bullshit for granted
Just a type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire