Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

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

Check it out, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
The mic chord is an of my intestine
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker punched the
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
You star gazing, the y'all facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep
The world traveler in the flesh question
Last years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger lounging
You to be more aware of your surroundings
at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no
Or playin' taking 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 aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, your ass a slight kiss
words that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you off Henny
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
Holdin' my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' these days
Wagin' wars, dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always bullshit for granted
Just a type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and
Niggaz 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
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five of my life I learned to miss amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for