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

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, Table of
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 physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate sliced in my delicatessan
My mind state is 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 sucker punched the drum
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The traveler in the flesh without question
seven years on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we
My Dundee for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all as Don King
But wine drink within the danger lounging
You need to be more aware of surroundings
Reality at times is astounding to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
That I'm one of the in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been rhymin'
The fuckin past tense, no delayin'
Or playin' your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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 to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight
words that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve
The is still in me, never act too friendly
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
man begin pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz slam it
You talkin' all this out out mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always bullshit for granted
Just a type of cat but you still can't understand it
You to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggaz to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste up in your face
I'm trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled tai, pack lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire