Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

Is this or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of
wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come 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 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 through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' through attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last seven on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the zone lounging
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at times is astounding to get your heart pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the seven
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 fuckin past tense, no delayin'
Or playin' your wing way back in the day of yo
mind

It' the the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, the R to the, double-O 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 spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully down creepin' while you tilted off
man begin pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' 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
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always bullshit for granted
a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a taste smilin' up in your face
I'm trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for