Luyện nghe bài hát Table of Contents (Parts 1 & 2)

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
wit it, one two, it's the Table of Contents, come on
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Check it out, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My voice fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate sliced in my delicatessan
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, South Philly my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it a kingdom
That Fall Apart to drastic
Lost out there, you better stand clear
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
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep
The traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should testin'
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to 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
Step up and out the
niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger lounging
You need to be more aware of 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 seven
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, it's the R to the, 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 over pages, for
like M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, this game life is the gamble
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for
Just a type of cat but you still can't understand it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz all act ill
Wit a taste smilin' up in your face
I'm trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
Peep the of a whole empire
sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire