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

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Fuckin wit it, one two, the Table of Contents, come on
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Check it out, you're now to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch to this profession
My voice physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an extension of my
MC's 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 punched the drum
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Fall to drastic propor-tion
ones out there, you better stand clear
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
through like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh question
Last seven years on tour restin'
Yo the kind of you should reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, Roots we
My Dundee atire for MC
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all as Don King
But wine within the danger zone lounging
You to be more aware of your surroundings
Reality at is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
That I'm one of the illest in the seven
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, fuck no
Or playin' taking wing way back in the day of yo
mind

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 strike to excite, I aim, I never miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight
Toxic words spill over pages, for ages
Impacts M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you off Henny
man begin pure but in this world of sin your
Holdin' tight my by in-jure
We scramble, because this game life is the
Vandalize terrain, go against the grain
Invade your wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz actin' these days
Wagin' wars, usin' cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' for granted
a cool type of cat but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, still and chill
bound to clap shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass taste smilin' up in your
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to amend
Peep the structure of a empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire