Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

Is this or normal speed?
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, 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 physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an of my intestine
Delicate sliced in my delicatessan
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
ones out there, you better stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
through like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the without question
Last seven years on tour restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of surroundings
at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
I'm one of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no
Or playin' your wing way back 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
I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The is still in me, never act too friendly
down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this game is the gamble
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade your wit the collision causing division
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
Just a cool of cat but you still can't understand it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for