Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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

Check it out, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's sliced in my
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 just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
That Fall Apart to drastic
Lost ones out there, you better clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like 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 traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your country
Throw your hands up if want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The title 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 zone lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding to get your heart pounding
safe 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 up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking wing way back 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
I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you tilted off
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 your wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always takin' for granted
Just a cool of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand and chill
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a
MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire