Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

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

Check it out, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My state 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 sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
ones out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force y'all 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 on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we
My Dundee for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all as Don King
But wine drink the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of your
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your 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 Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin past tense, no delayin'
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
mind

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 just aim, I miss
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words spill over pages, for ages
like M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you off Henny
Many man begin pure but in world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
your brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz actin' shiest these days
wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma 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
Niggaz bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
Peep the structure of a empire
sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire