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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Check it out, you're now intuned to the 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 chord is an of my intestine
MC's sliced 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
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
That Fall Apart to propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last seven years on tour restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all 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
up and out the ring
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But drink within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin past tense, 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, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
When I to excite, I just aim, I never miss
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too
down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, because this game life is the
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' 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 all this out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you can't understand it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
years of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for