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

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

Check it out, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I 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 part of me, South Philly through my
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a that sucker punched the drum
yo that's my hustle and it kill a kingdom
That Apart to drastic propor-tion
Lost ones out there, you better stand
The Dynasty, it be a world premier
through like attorneys at law that's car chasin'
You star gazing, the force facin' is the
R-to the, to the, T-S an'
niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last seven on tour without restin'
Yo the kind of rapper you reconsider testin'
simply, o-fficial Dundee
What I bring'll motivate to your whole country
your hands up if y'all want me to proceed wit
And out strategic plans to leave wit
The title that I'm watchin, we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
up and out the ring
Y'all niggaz on other, y'all loud as Don King
But wine drink within the zone lounging
You need to be more aware of surroundings
Reality at times is astounding to get your heart pounding
It's to assume, in all confidence
I'm one of the illest in the seven continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be fucked up by my Table of Contents fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The fuckin tense, fuck no delayin'
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
mind

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
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give your ass a slight
Toxic words that over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to gauges
The rage is still in me, never act too
Scully down while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in world of sin your
Holdin' tight my mor-al by
We scramble, because game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the
Invade brain wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggaz for
My religion is a way of life, but the replays
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest 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
Just a type of cat but you still 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 taste smilin' up in face
I'm like trust, leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, ? shows the
Twenty-five of my life I learned to miss amend
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled sealed tai, lyrics like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I cross I set a
Wacker MC went in cuz I'm for hire