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 of Contents, come on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

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 fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an of my intestine
Delicate sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh question
Last seven years on without restin'
Yo the of rapper you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But drink within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of your
at times 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 up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin 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 to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, your ass a slight kiss
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always takin' 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 sour-ass taste smilin' up in face
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
messiah, when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire