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

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R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an of my intestine
Delicate sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker the drum
Hip-hop yo my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to drastic
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the y'all facin' is the
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Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep
The world in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your country
Throw hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And carry out plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
Step up and out the
niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger zone
You need to be aware of your surroundings
Reality at times is enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
That I'm one of the illest in the seven
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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Yo yo, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
When I to excite, I just aim, I never miss
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you tilted off
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin
Holdin' my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz actin' these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You all this out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you still understand it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz bound to clap shots cuz all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire