Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

Is fast or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, 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 limit to this
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like 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 traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the zone lounging
You need to be more aware of your
at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your 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 to excite, I just aim, I never miss
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
Impacts M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this of sin your
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go 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 niggaz for
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest days
wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and
Niggaz bound to clap cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in your
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
messiah, when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire