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 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, 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 of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to drastic
ones out there, you better stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like 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 in the flesh without question
seven years on tour without restin'
Yo the of rapper you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I motivate to move your whole country
your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all as Don King
But wine within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
Reality at is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
safe 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 *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no
Or playin' 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
I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this game is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
your brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
your sector, leavin' 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 actin' shiest 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
a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand and chill
Niggaz to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in your
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
years of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire