Luyện nghe bài hát Table of Contents (Parts 1 & 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, you're now to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this
My voice physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
Lost out there, you better stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
through like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the 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 tour restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But drink within 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 past tense, fuck no
Or playin' your 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, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
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 pure but in world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, this game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz actin' shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz slam it
You talkin' all this out out 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, still and chill
Niggaz bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
Peep the structure of a empire
sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire