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

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

it out, you're now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this
My voice fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
Delicate MC's sliced in my
My state is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, Philly through my arteries
Thought the dark one, fearsome, son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my and it kill a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
Cuttin' through like attorneys at law that's car
You star gazing, the y'all facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last years on tour without restin'
Yo the of rapper you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I bring'll motivate to move your country
Throw your hands up if want me to proceed wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all on some other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink the danger zone lounging
You to be more aware of your 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, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I been since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or playin' taking your way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

It' the the, double-O 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 miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a kiss
words that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully down creepin' you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this life is the gamble
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision division
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz actin' shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma it
You all this out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand and chill
Niggaz bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, I cross I set a fire
Wacker MC went in doubt cuz I'm for