Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

Is this or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

Check it out, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
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 just a knuckle that sucker punched the
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
through like attorneys 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 niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The world in the flesh without question
Last years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
Step up and out the
niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger zone
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at times is astounding enough to get heart pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the the, double-O to the, T-S an'
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 your ass a slight
words that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, this game life is the gamble
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your 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' these days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
the planet, always takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't it
You told to sit back, still and chill
bound to clap shots 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, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
Peep the of a whole empire
sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire