Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

Is this fast or speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
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, I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's 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 a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to your whole country
Throw hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don
But drink within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking wing way back 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 strike to excite, I just aim, I never
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The is still in me, never act too friendly
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, because this game life is the
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
your brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
the planet, always takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool of cat but you still can't understand it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
Peep the structure of a empire
sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for