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 Table of Contents, on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

Check it out, you're now intuned to the 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 state is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
Fall 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 facin' 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 years on without restin'
Yo the of rapper you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all me to proceed wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger zone
You to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
I'm one of the illest in the seven 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 past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the R-to the, 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 just aim, I never
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
down 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, because this game life is the
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
Invade your brain wit the collision division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
Just a cool type of cat but you can't understand it
You told to sit back, still and chill
Niggaz to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in your
I'm trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
years of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for