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 of Contents, come on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

Check it out, you're now to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My voice fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's in my delicatessan
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly through my
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
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 in the mix, keep guessin'
The world in the flesh without question
seven years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans 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 danger lounging
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at times is enough to get your heart pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the seven
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin 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, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never
Embrace you wit a hug of death, your ass a slight kiss
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The is still in me, never act too friendly
down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade your wit the collision causing division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep 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 slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
Just a 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 sour-ass taste up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire