Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

Is this or normal speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the of Contents, come 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 to this profession
My voice fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an of my intestine
Delicate sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is 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
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' through attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force y'all is the
the, double-O 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 of rapper you should reconsider testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don
But wine drink within the zone lounging
You need to be aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is enough to get your heart pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents *begins
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your wing way in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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 strike to excite, I aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words that over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
Holdin' my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this game is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma 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 can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and
Niggaz bound to 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, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire