Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on
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Check it out, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it 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 attorneys at law that's car
You star gazing, the force facin' 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 seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your country
your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don
But wine drink the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get heart pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
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 *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' 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 miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
Impacts M-16's to twelve gauges
The is still in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you off Henny
Many man pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because game life is the gamble
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz actin' these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always takin' for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't it
You told to sit back, stand still and
Niggaz bound to clap cuz they all act ill
Wit a taste smilin' 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 structure of a whole
sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for