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
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I limit to this profession
My voice physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
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 in the mix, keep guessin'
The world in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at 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 of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your 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
When I strike to excite, I aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for
Impacts M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in world of sin your
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because game life is the gamble
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' 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 days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and
Niggaz to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a taste smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire