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

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Yea, knawsayin?, yea, of Contents
Fuckin wit it, one two, the Table of Contents, come on
Uh yea, uh huh, yo

Check it out, now intuned to the sounds of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this
My voice physically fit, I'm bench-pressing
The mic chord is an of my intestine
Delicate MC's in my delicatessan
My mind state is of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a part of me, Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that sucker the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it kill a
That Fall Apart to propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Fifth Dynasty, it be a world
Cuttin' through attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You gazing, the force 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 seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
Supreme simply, o-fficial
What I motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, y'all loud as Don
But wine drink within the danger zone
You need to be aware of your surroundings
at times is astounding enough to get your heart pounding
It's safe to assume, in all
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
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 fuckin past tense, 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, the R to the, double-O to the, T-S an' yo
When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for
Impacts like to twelve gauges
The rage is in me, never act too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you 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
Vandalize your terrain, go the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision causing
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz actin' shiest these days
wars, usin' dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
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 bound to shots cuz they all act ill
Wit a sour-ass smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five years of my life I learned to miss
the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire