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, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I limit to this profession
My voice fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
ones out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
through like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on other, y'all loud as Don King
But drink within the danger zone lounging
You to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
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 *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
mind

It' the the, double-O 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 aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words that over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
man begin pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because game life is the gamble
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision causing
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz actin' these days
Wagin' wars, dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
the planet, always takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't it
You told to sit back, stand and chill
Niggaz bound to clap cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in 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
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire