Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

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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 this
My voice physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's in my delicatessan
My state is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
ones out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
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 traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But drink within the danger zone lounging
You need to be aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is enough to get your 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 of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
When I strike to excite, I aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
like M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down creepin' you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, this game life is the gamble
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, still and chill
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm trust, never leavin' 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 tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire