Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

Is this fast or speed?
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
wit it, one two, it's the Table 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, I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, Philly through my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my 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 at law that's car chasin'
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
your hands up if y'all want 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
Step up and out the
Y'all on some other, y'all loud 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 heart
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that over 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
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this game is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
a cool 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 smilin' up in your
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
years of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
MC went in doubt cuz I'm for hire