Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on
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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
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that punched the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force y'all is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world in the flesh without question
Last years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we
My Dundee for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the zone lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart
It's to assume, in all confidence
I'm one of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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 never
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 rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you 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 your terrain, go the grain
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
the planet, always 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 shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a taste smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
messiah, when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire