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

Is this fast or normal
Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, it's the of Contents, come on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

Check it out, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to profession
My voice physically fit, tracks I'm
The mic is an extension of my intestine
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, a part of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a that sucker punched the drum
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to drastic
Lost ones out there, you better clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
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 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 testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw your up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don
But wine drink within the danger lounging
You need to be more aware of surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get 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 Table of Contents *begins
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin past tense, no delayin'
Or playin' taking your way back in the day of yo
mind

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 never
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that over pages, for ages
Impacts M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, because game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade your wit the collision causing division
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
My is a way of life, but the trife replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always bullshit for granted
Just a type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and
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 trial or no
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire