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

Is this fast or speed?
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, you're now intuned to the of the
R to the, double-O to the, T-S and I stretch limit to this
My physically fit, tracks I'm bench-pressing
The mic is an extension of my intestine
MC's sliced in my delicatessan
My mind is that of the S-P
Connection, Pennsy a of me, South Philly through my arteries
Thought the one, fearsome, slump son
My vocal just a knuckle that punched the drum
Hip-hop yo that's my hustle and it a kingdom
That Apart 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 gazing, the force y'all facin' is the
the, double-O to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without
Last seven years on tour without
Yo the kind of rapper you should reconsider
Supreme simply, o-fficial
I bring'll motivate to move your whole country
Throw your hands up if y'all want me to wit
And carry out strategic plans to wit
The that I'm watchin, Roots we run-ting
My atire for MC hunting
Step up and out the
Y'all niggaz on some other, loud as Don King
But wine drink within the danger lounging
You need to be more of your surroundings
Reality at times is astounding enough to get your heart
It's safe to assume, in all
That I'm one of the illest in the continents
Yo, you on my dick, thanks for the
You be up by my Table of Contents *begins fading*
Bad Lieutenant, you I rhymin' since
The past tense, fuck no delayin'
Or taking your wing way back in the day of yo
Motherfuckin'

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 just aim, I miss
Embrace you wit a hug of death, give ass a slight kiss
Toxic that spill over pages, for ages
like M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, act too friendly
Scully creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure but in this world of sin
tight my mor-al by in-jure
We scramble, because this game is the gamble
your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your wit the collision causing division
Sweep your sector, you niggaz for stool-pigeons
your sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
Sweep sector, leavin' you niggaz for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife
Cuz niggaz actin' shiest these
Wagin' wars, dynamics cuz I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you
Roam the planet, always bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat but you 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 smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no
wit the wind, ? shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life I to miss amend
Peep the structure of a whole
Smuggled sealed tai, pack like Kya
Verbal messiah, when I I set a fire
Wacker MC in doubt cuz I'm for hire