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, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My physically 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 part of me, South Philly my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump 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 better stand
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law 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 without question
Last years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But drink within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
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 rhymin' since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
mind

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 just aim, I miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade your wit the collision causing division
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
Wagin' wars, dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still understand it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a taste smilin' up in your face
I'm trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
Peep the structure of a empire
sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for