Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

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Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, on
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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 physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My state is that of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to drastic
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' through like at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force y'all is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh question
Last years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw your hands up if y'all me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
Step up and out the
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the zone lounging
You need to be 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 in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your wing way in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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Yo yo, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
Invade your brain wit the collision division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
Wagin' wars, dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always takin' for granted
Just a type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand and chill
Niggaz bound to clap cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste up in your face
I'm like trust, never no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire