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

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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 limit to this profession
My voice fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an of my intestine
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My just a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
Fall Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force y'all is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh question
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider
Supreme simply, Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to move your whole
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My Dundee for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But wine within the danger zone lounging
You need to be more aware of surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart
It's to assume, in all confidence
I'm one of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be fucked up by my Table of *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin past tense, fuck no
Or playin' your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Yo yo, it's the R to the, to the, T-S an' yo
When I strike to excite, I just aim, I miss
you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
Impacts like 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' 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 collision causing
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
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' 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 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 no trial or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
Peep the of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire