Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the of Contents, come on
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it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South through my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
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 in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour restin'
Yo the of rapper you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we
My Dundee atire for MC
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But drink within the danger zone lounging
You to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding to get your heart pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The fuckin past tense, fuck no
Or playin' taking your wing way 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 to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin but in this 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 your brain wit the causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz actin' shiest these days
Wagin' wars, dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand and chill
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass 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 learned to amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire