Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of
wit it, one two, it's 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, to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
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 just a knuckle that sucker the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to drastic
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law car chasin'
You star gazing, the y'all facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep
The world in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to move whole country
Throw your hands up if want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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, your ass a slight kiss
words that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this of sin your
Holdin' my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because game life is the gamble
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision causing
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
the planet, always takin' bullshit for granted
Just a type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand and chill
Niggaz bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire