Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

Is this fast or normal
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the 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 profession
My voice fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The world in the flesh without question
Last seven years on without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger zone
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at times is enough to get your heart pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the seven
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no
Or playin' taking your wing way 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 to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
like M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully down creepin' while you tilted off
Many man pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You all this out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always bullshit for granted
Just a type of cat but you still can't understand it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire