Luyện nghe bài hát Table Of Contents Part 2

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Check it out, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I limit to this profession
My physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a of me, South Philly through my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal a knuckle that 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 clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' 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 in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll to move your whole country
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out plans to leave 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 within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of surroundings
Reality at times is astounding to get your heart pounding
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
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
When I strike to excite, I aim, I never 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 gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this of sin your
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You talkin' all this out out mouth, you satanic
the planet, always takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still can't it
You told to sit back, still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap cuz they all act ill
Wit a taste smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire