Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

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Fuckin wit it, one two, the Table of Contents, come on
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it out, you're now intuned to the sounds 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
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 sucker the drum
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
ones out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law car chasin'
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world in the flesh without question
seven years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
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 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 wine within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
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 past tense, fuck no
Or playin' taking your way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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 just aim, I never
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight
Toxic words that over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this game is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
your brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz actin' shiest these days
Wagin' wars, dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
Just a cool type of cat but you still understand it
You told to sit back, still and chill
Niggaz bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
years of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire