Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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Fuckin wit it, one two, the Table of Contents, come on
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R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a that sucker punched the drum
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You gazing, the force 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 years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to your whole country
Throw your hands up if want me to proceed wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger zone
You to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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Yo yo, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never
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 gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin' you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, because this game life is the
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
Just a cool of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, still and chill
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in face
I'm like trust, never no trial or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire