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

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, the Table of Contents, come on
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Check it out, you're now intuned to the 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 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 one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the without question
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
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 strategic to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My Dundee atire for MC
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don
But wine drink within the zone lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart
safe to assume, in all confidence
That I'm one of the in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' 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 strike to excite, I aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man pure 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 against the
Invade your wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
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 niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, takin' bullshit 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 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, ? the discipline
Twenty-five of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
messiah, when I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire