Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 1

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

it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch 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 state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law car chasin'
You star gazing, the force y'all is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last seven on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all as Don King
But wine drink within the danger lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
Reality at is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's 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 up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your 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 strike to excite, I just aim, I never
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
words that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man pure but in this world of sin your
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, this game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision causing
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't 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 leavin' no trial or no
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire