Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

Is fast or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

Check it out, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My state is that of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' through like at law that's 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 traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to move whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But wine drink the danger zone lounging
You to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
That I'm one of the in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking 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
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully down creepin' while you off Henny
man begin pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, because game life is the gamble
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz actin' these days
wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't it
You told to sit back, stand still and
Niggaz bound to clap cuz they all act ill
Wit a taste smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for