Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the of Contents, come on
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Check it out, you're now to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch to this profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
ones out there, you better stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The world traveler in the without question
Last years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move whole country
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger zone
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at times is 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, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no
Or playin' taking your wing way 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 miss
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this 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 wit the collision 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 is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
the planet, always takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't 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 like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my I learned to miss amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
messiah, when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire