Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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

Check it out, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My physically fit, tracks 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, Pennsy a part of me, Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' through attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh question
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the of rapper you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to move whole country
Throw hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don
But wine within the danger zone lounging
You to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is 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, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
When I to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, this game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you 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 replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You all this out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always bullshit for granted
Just a type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for