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

Is this fast or normal
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, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this profession
My physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a of me, South Philly through my arteries
the dark one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal a knuckle that sucker punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
That Fall Apart to propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you stand clear
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' through attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force y'all is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
niggaz 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 your hands up if y'all me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic to leave wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
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 aware 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 illest in the seven
Yo, you on my dick, for the compliments
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or taking 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 never
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
Toxic words that spill pages, for ages
Impacts M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this of sin your
Holdin' my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade your brain wit the causing division
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' these days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you 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 smilin' up in your face
I'm trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire