Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, on
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Check it out, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My state is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
through like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The traveler in the flesh without question
seven years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to your whole country
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger lounging
You need to be more aware of your
at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
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 since
The fuckin past tense, no delayin'
Or playin' taking your wing way 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
I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The rage is still in me, never act too
down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste up in your face
I'm trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
Peep the of a whole empire
sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for